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Ugh... Oh, my poor, sensitive nose! Do you not smell that awful stench!?
What we require here is a strategically placed sachet of ground Kholusian sage. The trouble is, I'm not quite willing to die in the process of obtaining said herb.
But what of you, sir? There is sage aplenty near the Clave should the promise of reward overshadow any fear you might have of stabbing tooth and rending claw. Two generous bunches should suffice!
You'll find patches of sage over to the west, near the Clave. Two large handfuls of the herb would be most appreciated!
How fared your harvesting efforts?
Yes, this is a goodly amount. My thanks! A moment while I prepare an experimental sachet...
I'll just grind these up...add a sprinkle of this...a dash of that...
And 'tis done!
<sniff> Ah, 'tis akin to inhaling a springtime breeze! I must begin producing these fair-scented pouches in bulk!
You, sir, have the privilege of putting my aromatic creation to the test. Place one of my sachets behind this foul-smelling shack, and inform me of the results!
A proper test of my sachets is in order! And the backside of this malodorous lean-to should provide the perfect testing ground!
Did my sachet prove the victor in that contest of fragrances?
Well, that is satisfying to hear! I shall continue manufacturing these pockets of sage and proceed with secreting them about the place.
The thing of it is, the folk of Gatetown often paw through the refuse discarded by the free citizens of Eulmore.
Such salvaged items have, however, spent no short span of time moldering amongst actual garbage... Thus the offensive odor I have been forced to endure. But no longer!
Thanks to you, my olfactory senses will be spared. Pray accept this token for your trouble!