Kwilli leads Half Elf out of the Fell Wood

Wearing torn-up clothes and caked in mud

Tired and hungry, he begins to forage

Picking herbs and berries as they come

They come across an old man also gathering

Half Elf sees him pick a poison fruit

He warns the man and points out an alternative

The old man thanks him and offers him clothes and food

You seem to know your way around plants

Could you help me, by chance?

Help you with what?

Well, I’m making an Elixir

If I can make it quicker

It’s important that I do

If you’re working with plants and herbs, then

I feel very certain

I can be some help to you

Half Elf washes in a stream and changes clothes and quickly eats

Kwilli chirping happily as he enjoys some tasty seeds

Half Elf then looks over all the plants the man’s taken

And says, “What are we makin’?”

It’s for healing

I see. Tell me, what's the type of wound?

It’s a dark curse…The kind that may be hard to undo

So we need to make a powerful cure? Hmm

I think I’ve got a notion for how to make this potion

Lavender for stability

Wolfsbane will up the potency

Mash Chickweed to a paste

That'll make a healthy base

A stock of Burdock, pinch of Hyssop, blade of Sweetgrass, dash of sage

Boil what you had and what I’ve added for a day

And that, uh, ought to do the trick

Young friend, I am the Prophet, and you’ve helped me here today

I can close my eyes and see so many strands of fate

So tell me of an item or a person or a place

And I promise I can point you in that way

Hear that, Kwilli?

What a gift we’ve been given!

I can’t believe in the Fell Wood I almost gave up on livin’

I thought that it was the endin’ turns out it’s just the beginnin’

And pretty soon, I’ll be reunited with Martin and Timmund

Did you say Timmund?

Uh, Yes?

Hmm. I’m sorry, but that I cannot do

Visions of the final battle, they have Timmund but not you

Right now, we’ll claim victory if the fates all stay aligned

You might throw the balance off, if by his side

But Old Regalia told me I should watch his back…

Oh, you’re one of Old Regalia’s? That explains your potion-craft

I know Regalia treated students like their Mother

She was wise and kind and beautiful and frustratingly stubborn

She would tell you, rightfully, that fate can change

But the outcome I’m curating has a need to stay the same

All of life is on the line, I can risk no mistakes

But pick another person, and I’ll gladly point the way

I... hmm

Direct me to my birth mother