We of the Brotherhood of Ash are proud soldiers all. Yet even the greatest soldier can starve without sustenance, or be crippled by injury.
We bear our battle wounds as badges of honor, but a festering cut can take one's life as surely as the blade of one's foe. A true warrior neglects not the arts of healing.
My task for you, honored ally, is simple yet needful: gather from the desert plants of Zanr'ak the rejuvenating sap we use to salve our hurts.
Though our foes make no use of such remedies, they will nevertheless be loath to relinquish them to you. Have a care you do not sustain such injuries that you fail to return!