Gel'larian reads the note and a shadow of sorrow passes his face, to be replaced by a light of hope. He pulls out his quill and responds. "I will set to work creating as many healing potions as I can for the cause. I will contact you by bird, as soon as I have a delivery to be made. -Gel'larian Windsbreath" He then heads out the door, pulling cloak tight around him.