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.