I have finished the poultices. Quickly, take them to the druids in the cave, north just across the clearing. I know my brethren are in much more dire condition than I. They are likely too injured to heal their own wounds. There are so few of us shen'dorei druids that every life is precious.
Before you go, I have a selfish request. My mate, Jorel Windsinger was in dire condition when I left. Please, see to his wounds if he still lives.
