'You fought bravely in Clúcath, (your name), but the Trév Duvárdain will not stop harrying us. We should have expected it: they will not obey the ancient rites, and their Angmarim masters push them still against us.

'With many battles ahead, we need to be ready to care for our wounded. I can make a poultice that will be of great aid to the healers in the Búth Sánkhas and the Búth Luikh. Pick the following herbs from the surrounding hills, and in the lands around the city of Donnvail, to the north: red lovage by the farms of Donnvail, spiky mugwort near the lakes to the south-west, and silverbell by the fortress of Tór Gailvin, to the east.

'Not all battles are fought with weapons, friend (your race); some are won by the healing arts.'