You see these poor souls? Not napping! The sickness makes them writhe in pain! I'm doing all I can do.<BR><BR>You? You can bring plants for medicine. I've tried plants from all over—now it's time to try something local. Spiritlace, it's called. Grows north of here.<BR><BR>You pick the flowers; I heal the faeries. Got it? Spiritlace will ease the pain. With my alchemical skills, I bet I can make something to cure the sickness, too.<BR><BR>Good thing you brought so much! Spiritlace. Little flower on the ground. Get picking!