“I have been ruined, hero. I placed my strength in Helgrum, and now it bleeds from his gaping wounds. Wounds too deep to heal, flesh that refuses to knit.
He murmurs in fear, consumed by fever and pain. I cannot leave his side. Not now. Please, I ask you in shame to gather herbs for me.
The prayerblossom that grows in the swamp is an old remedy for soothing. With enough of it, his pain might be stilled.”
