A Good Samaritan

<The weakened duck is leaning against the cavern wall, huffing air out of its bill and making faint noises. Judging from the red stain on its wing, it has been in a skirmish, possibly escaping from the bloodthirsty murlocs living around Grimmen Lake. Trying to comfort the injured animal, you guide your hand to its little body. Still in shock, the waterfowl shrieks and flaps its wings in fright. spraying blood on the ground. Without calming it down first there is little chance at treating the wound. Perhaps you can befriend it by collecting some greens along the riverstream and the coast around Grimmen Lake.>

<The round button eyes stare at you.>

<You approach the poor thing with slow and careful movements. Greens in hand, you lay them gently in front of its bill, before witnessing it nibbling on the strands of grass. Distracting it with the strong aroma and flavour of the herbs, you have ample time to administer the bandage to its wing. Now that the wound is secured and the little one is strengthened by the greens, it keeps staring at you with an endearing look on its feathered face.>