“I have a task dat I can not really trust to anyone else, and I feel you could handle it with de reverence it deserves.
An old friend came to me today, bringing a wilted sea stalk flower with her. Her husband was on a ship off the coast of Nazmir. I am unsure if de ship went down because of de naga, de Alliance, or a squall, but she said she did not want revenge. Only closure.
If you could go get her something to remember him by, I will tell you everything I know about sea stalks.”
