Fetch Poul Brotheuse's herbs.
Zese 'orrible barbarians! How dare zey steal from me, ze greatest chef of all time! Women offer me zeir virginity just for a taste of my wonderful pudding. Kings have cried into my mousse. Ascetics turn into gluttonous sinners over my cooking. And ze most terrible zing is zat I am expecting a visitor today. He is a gourmet of impeccable reputation. If 'e judges my omelet harshly, it could be ze end of my career. I need my 'erbs and wonderful essences to make my world famous omelet.
Ze caravan zat carried the 'erbs was ambushed east of 'ere. Will you go zere and teach zese barbarians some manners?