Dear Player,

I have a private message to pass along to the Field Wardens. It concerns the people of Brusthonin.

I can't explain any more in this letter, and I will arouse suspicion if I deliver it myself.

Please destroy this letter, and then meet me when you can so you might carry my message to the Brusthonin Branch Member.

May the darkness grant you peace,

--Priest Hort

Player: (Chew on the letter.)

Greetings, [%userclass]. Are you here to learn the teachings of the Empyrean Lords? Or....

Wait, you're Player, aren't you? From the Field Wardens?

Player: "I am. I received your letter."

Yes, yes, as I said, there is a situation in Brusthonin. I...I can't explain out loud. Wait, there is a code... The message is...um...the codes were....

Ah! I remember. The message is "A flower grows in shade."

Please tell this to a Brusthonin Field Agent, Player.

Player: "Got it."

Yes, I know where you came from, Player. You have a message for me? Please, tell me what it is.

Player: "A flower grows in shade."

What? Are you sure? That doesn't make....

Oh, wait. She meant "A flower blooms in twilight." That makes more sense. Hort still has everything under control, it seems. No, don't worry about what it all means, Player. It's quite complicated.

Anyway, your job is done here. Please accept this token of our appreciation.