Marrazz, dear sister
Peace is brief and random in these days.
This one crossed the borders to Rivenspire, and found nothing but dry twig and ashes in this land. Gray and empty. People are either fleeing or carrying deadly arms for protection. This one has little hope nor enthusiasm for the mission.
Oddly enough, there are lots of herbs growing in this wasteland. This one will gather some and send them to Maliz.