I owe you greatly, $N.  An honorable heart beats within you.  And now I have another task for which I humbly ask your aid.$B$BIf I'm ever to reach Nethergarde, then I must fix this wagon.  And for that... I will need wood.  Strong, dry wood--not the spongy, tangled wood of the swamp's trees.$B$B$N, go east to the coast and search for driftwood that has been dried by the sun.  Bring it to me.