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“Have you heard of the wolfsbane plant? It is a horrible weed… it destroys our farmable crops. We spent all of last week cutting them down, but the roots are beginning to sprout again. It might not seem like an urgent matter, but a resurgence of the plant could be a real… disaster.
Do you think you could help us by uprooting them where you find them near the village?”
-Katja
Katja in Silverbrook wants you to uproot 8 Wolfsbane Roots.

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Quest Giver: Katja — Silverbrook, Grizzly Hills [26, 34]
Objective: Uproot 8 Wolfsbane Roots near Silverbrook.
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Wolfsbane (also known as aconite or monkshood) is one of the most iconic werewolf-repelling plants in folklore, used for centuries in European mythology to ward off wolves and lycanthropes.
Katja’s “allergies” that flare up around wolfsbane, her nervous recoiling when you bring the roots back, and the villagers’ desperate urgency to eradicate the plant from the area all hint at what they really are: worgen hiding in plain sight, terrified of the one herb that could expose or harm them.
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Vikstone's War Journal“Have you heard of the wolfsbane plant?” Katja said. “It is a horrible weed… it destroys our farmable crops. We spent all of last week cutting them down, but the roots are beginning to sprout again.”
She paused, choosing her words carefully.

“It might not seem like an urgent matter, but a resurgence of the plant could be a real… disaster. Do you think you could help us by uprooting them where you find them near the village?”
Farmers who couldn’t pull their own weeds. Strange request for hardy frontier folk.
The wolfsbane grew in clusters around the village perimeter, purple flowers nodding in the breeze. I pulled eight roots, the work simple enough. The plants came up easily, as if the soil was eager to release them.
When I returned, Katja reeled away from me nervously.
“Thank you, Vikstone.” She kept her distance. “You didn’t get any wolfsbane on you, did you? I’ve got these… allergies that act up once in a while.”
Allergies. To a common plant. Strong enough to make her flinch from across the square.
I wiped my hands on my cloak and said nothing.
Katja’s allergies. Ivan’s slip of the tongue. Hardy frontier folk who can’t pull their own weeds. The favors continue in Northern Hospitality.