Those yellowish-white blocks lay quietly on the wooden board, giving off a strange odor of animal fat mixed with lye.
Sansa's brow furrowed even more deeply.
Was this what Lynn had spent an entire afternoon making from that revolting fat and filthy wood ash?
It did not look like much.
"That smell... it's awful."
Arya pinched her nose and spoke her mind.
Even the usually quiet Myrcella could not help taking half a step back.
She had watched the entire process, and her pretty little face was filled with aversion.
"Patience."
Lynn seemed not to notice their disgust. He simply turned and took several exquisite glass bottles from a nearby chest.
The bottles held liquids of various colors, along with some dried petals and herbs.
"What are those?"
Arya's curiosity was piqued again.
"Rose, lavender, mint..."
As he spoke, Lynn could not help thinking of Master Aemon.
If he were still alive and knew Lynn was using his Herbalism to make these things, what expression would he have worn...?
Lynn sighed and stopped himself from dwelling on it.
Lynn unscrewed one of the caps, and a rich, pure rose fragrance instantly spread through the courtyard.
Sansa's eyes lit up.
Such a little bottle must cost a fortune. Noblewomen could use it to scent their clothes or their baths.
Lynn tossed a small piece of "soap" back into the pot and slowly melted it over a low flame.
Then he added a few drops of rose essential oil and sprinkled in a handful of crushed rose petals.
He stirred gently with a wooden stick, and the strange smell of fat gave way to a rich floral fragrance.
When the liquid in the pot solidified again and Lynn cut it into small, pale pink squares, everyone stared in amazement.
What lay before