I don't know how precisely to address you, so:

Miss Mynolae,

I thought on the words that you spoke to me, and have decided that my wishes are astride of yours. I too would love nothing more than to see the earth provide for my neighbors and friends, and would like to help you in any way I can.

I would be willing to organize parties to go forth and gather spores of a myriad of underdark flora and help however else is required if you would only show me how to make them blossom for us, so that we as a people can prosper among them.

I hope to hear from you soon, Friday Wainwright

One of the nature obsessed Canal Ward beggars reads the letter to Mynolae, and she orates the following response to be penned for Friday.

If anything further is needed of you, we will send for you. For now, do everything you can to see that all of Sanctuary, the Canal Ward especially, is returned to the state that nature demands of it: a free place ruled by wildlife and animals, with us to care for the balance they provide us. Festivals to honor as much would be greatly appreciated and enjoyed by all the residents in the area, I'm sure.

-Mynolae