Soot: (loudly) Hail, honored gardener!
Soot: I bring news from town!
Soot: Another trade caravan came in unusually late and roughed up again.
Soot: We’ve called up more healers and guards but help is running thin.
Soot: The Elder sent a request for you.
Lami: (thinking) Lady Cypress, huh? Not sure how I’ll be able to help an elder at this size.
Lami: When am I needed?
Soot: At once.
Lami: Then we best be off.