A sad tale I have to tell, of a cluster of lonely trees, they called themselves Pricly Ashes and their family lived in the fens, coexisting happily with the Bellwort and Black Cohosh root families. Every new year, the first of Sarapin their harvested boughs would return to full bloom, thier forms able to withstand the pressures of the yearly harvesting, and every new year they freely offer thier produce to those who have the privilage to harvest their bark.

Congratulations, it took less than 12 days in achaea to wipe out this poor family.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 237 AF.