The merchant traveled along the winding road. It was upon a horse and cart with which he rode.

To town he was headed, to sell his odds and ends. A new concoction of teas he now possessed; a new variety of fusions, mixes, and blends.

It was in the Town of Cottonwood, that the merchant sought to see. Confident he was, in his new collections of tea.

“They shall come from near and far,” The merchant chuckled, his lips rolling over his cigar. “These blends are unlike all they would have come across!” He thanked his mentor quietly, for supplying him such a seasoned trail-boss. From their adventures came, the merchants newest creations. For they would create whole new sensations.