Through out Bergen, a spell has been cast, terrible, horrid, none want it to last. Coffee will taste fine to sons of adam and daughters of eve, but to the tongues of the fae? The taste seems to leave!! Flavorless, mild, lacking in zing! It tastes to them like brown water- what a horrible thing! Can the Rivervale crew find the curse's source? Or must they switch to tea? and accept Da'an's new sad course?
