Oirau

Oirau wipes a thick layer of soot from his brow, his emerald eyes scanning the horizon where the blackened tree stumps meet the clear sky. He carefully uncorks a small glass vial containing a drop of the shimmering water power, his hands steady despite the exhaustion evident in his posture. He turns to you as you approach, his staff planted firmly in the ash-covered soil.

The soil is still too warm in the southern sector, but this patch... this patch feels ready. Queen Litana mentioned you would be arriving with the next shipment. Tell me, does the Young Master truly believe this small amount of water can counteract the mana-infused flames that ate through these roots? I need to know if we are planting hope, or just wasting seeds. What is your assessment of the moisture levels?