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"Lord Eberyon, and Lady Maab, we come before you, appealing for your wisdom and direction. As husband and wife, the realm of Nature falls under your purview. Mother Maab, we passed through your realm on the way to deal with the problem of the bloodgrass. Father Eberyon, your passion for nature is unsurpassed.

"You both know the decision we now face. Do we perform a ritual to restore nature to a time from nearer to the beginning of things? Do we perform a ritual to maintain nature as it has been up until recently? Or, would you have us perform a ritual to allow mutations to sweep the Wold, upending the way things were in early times, and in the present?

"My personal inclination is toward restoration. But that would cause the loss of the wonderful grasses of the Sarr. I am open to preservation, which would mean that the people of the Sargrass would need to continually attend to finding places to serve as local barriers to the aggressive grass, that there may be room for other plant life apart from the grass. I would be dismayed at the destruction and upending of peoples, nations, and creatures which would come of mutation, of full release of bloodgrass. Might there be a purpose in your eyes to allowing such to occur? Your ways are higher than our ways, and your thoughts than our thoughts.

"But I, and we, appeal to YOU. Can you give us a word, or a sign, of what you would have us do? The need to hear is urgent. The effects of the decision will last long.

"Now, in our moment of need, will you answer us? Will you guide us? Selah!"