| Description |
Wyan the mind healer tends a garden meant to bring a little brightness
into the lives of patients and healers alike, reasoning that beautiful
blooms can do real good for wounded minds. Keeping the garden alive,
though, takes more upkeep than the healers have time for, and depending on
the day, an elf patient's advice calls for either a batch of worms or a pile
of dung worked straight into the flowerbed. Wyan asks a passing adventurer
to gather whatever is needed and deposit it right there in the garden. |
