I owe you greatly, <name>. An honorable heart beats within you. And now I have another task for which I humbly ask your aid.
If I'm ever to reach Nethergarde, then I must fix this wagon. And for that... I will need wood. Strong, dry wood--not the spongy, tangled wood of the swamp's trees.
<name>, go east to the coast and search for driftwood that has been dried by the sun. Bring it to me.
