Herbal Panacea

I was born out of this soil, along with all the plentiful herbs and weeds. My family has lived within the cycles of this land, generation upon generation. The flesh of this world contains all my people have ever been fed, as well as been the place to rest all of our dead. They say I have a knack for breeding the rarest herbs, but it is an indigenous knowledge, not magic, that guides me. The imperialist Shrunchkin Warlocks are making off with the hard-earned bounty of our land! Now they are showing up in our territory and yanking all the Peonies directly out of the garden within my own yard! I grow these Peonies to prepare medicine for my daughter's cough. If the Warlocks continue these outrageous acts of thievery, then soon all my people will become enslaved by dependency on traders in order to once again obtain the earthly produce our traditions have utilized freely and locally for centuries. Kill the Shrunchkin Warlocks and then return to me with 45 of the Peonies they stole from my garden.