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After gathering all the plants and other ingredients necessary for her "concoction" of healing, Druja went to the Tobjoerk's den. After saying all about the Maczo's problem...

- Oh Tob! You can be our saviour if only you want. You're the only one to whom I can ask such a thing.

- If you mean that you need some nirnroot, the answer is NO, a big NO! After all the time spent to wallow, crouched in all swamps through Cyrodiil, you surely can imagine... these damned roots are very hard to extract.

- Oh! but I understand. What I need is very specific. I already got ingredients like rate tale, snake tongue, wolf ear, bone powder from the Gate keeper in Shivering Isles and Some rare roots and dried plants.

- Then, what kind of special thing from me... makes me curious.

- I just miss one ounce of your holy saliva.

- Haha! It will be a real pleasure, really. One ounce is very big, come back tomorrow for dinner. Mac will be here and we will apply this marvelous medication to him.