A Dangerous Harvest

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I have been so weak, drained, since the rifts first tore through this wood. Perhaps the ancient remedies of old may help. Ancestral treants cultivated a plant that only flourished under their care. I need you to gather some for me in hope of restoring my strength.

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The essence of these Amorian Roots has reopened my mind to the wood, allowing me to perceive the despair of death and joy of life simultaneously. I can now remember the Death Rift - servants of Regulos poured forth, killing man, treant, and goblin alike. We were defeated so effortlessly. I failed to protect myself or anyone else from the destruction.