My Dear Brother Fallon,
I hope the autumn weather finds you well. You will be glad to know I have tried the combinations of herbs and treesap as you suggested. The result was better by far.
I do sometimes stop to wonder, how alike you and I are. Yet you are the trusted saint, and I the suspicioned witch. Your skills as a herbalist aside, I suppose that you give them order and assurance. I give truth of things to come, often a bitter drink even in the smallest doses.