[Dyllon_Avocado]

Provisions... Lady Dholorh suddenly found herself rising from her seat. She suddenly began to feel very warm and lost her words, until she embarrassingly retook her seat and then began her lost sentence. "The...forests have never seen a famine, Your Grace. Ours is to reap, sow, and store; this is our art. Our surplus is mostly a dungeon's wealth of fruits flooding the granaries and we have plenty of medical supplies in our stocks to spare." the forester lady began to stammer a bit, as she once more bowed her head. "There is but one problem, Your Grace. We build no ships and hiring is expensive, however we will do what we must to carry our weight.  Yours is to command, our ours is to delight."