In times of unrest, seeds may take root in bitter soil. Ancients born this way are prone to corruption. They wander hostile lands; never finding peace. I have sensed four saplings who may be spared such a fate. They are lost among the Eastern Kingdoms, with leaves like that of each season. Please, take this water to them, so that they may be healed. Be warned, the water's magic is delicate. Teleportation will destroy it. Its potency will also fade over time.