Last services have increased thricefold for the faithful who perish from the Red Throat, a disease that spreads so seamlessly that the families of those who succumbed became so fearful of its wrath so as not to attend the ceremonies of their loved ones. The teachings say the absence of one's kin prevents the deceased to return hastily to the bosom of the Fury. Thus to quell the worries of family members, the Order of Friars has taken to placing charms wrapped in a tuft of saint's breath upon the scarlet mouth of the deceased, ensuring Her protection for the living so that the last ceremony would be well-attended. After all, it is only those who have not the faith in Her divine will who will be vulnerable to the disease from within the sanctity of the church! The popularity of the service has depleted what little remnants of the grass we had left. We request a botanist to provide us with more tufts of saint's breath keep up with the demand from bereaved families.
Travel to the Coerthas Western Highlands, equip a botanist's secondary tool, and commence logging.