Some May Call It Quackery

Northwind is home to many herbs and plants of various uses. The people of Stormwind learned to harness their properties long ago and have used them ever since. Watching them gain their knowledge through trial and error was amusing, truly. To help your quacking little friend here, I need you to pick a few strands of Winter's Kiss for me, a flower with a vibrant white bloom. A distant cousin of the Winter's Bite herb, it can quickly stop bleeding and infections if processed properly. The flower grows to the east of here, along the snowy ridges to the north. To create a potent salve, Ambersap is also needed. The resident bears delight in the sap of the auburn trees, some of it sticking to their fur. Gather this for me and the little one should be safe and sound.

Don't tarry too long, its condition won't hold up forever.

<The old hag grinds up the herbs in a mortar before mixing in the gooey ambersap. Stirring the ointment, she applies it onto a new bandage. Carefully removing the old one, another batch is spread over the little ducks wound, much to its dismay. With quick but delicate movements the witch wraps the bandage around its left wing, securing it in place.>

There, darling; this will help it recover very quickly. Defenseless creatures like our friend here rarely have such luck at meeting a kind soul like you. And judging by its behaviour, it recognizes your efforts just as much. Your actions formed a formidable bond today. Make sure to foster it greatly, as power lies deeply rooted in such connections.