I was already tight on the deadline before those Star Debris interfered. That's why I need an extra pair of wings to keep my schedules.

That letter I gave you contains information for my associate, Conner.

But even more important is some information he needs to get to me. And we don't have the time or safety protocols in place to meet directly.

Player: "So should I get it for you?"

Absolutely not! It's too dangerous, even for a Daeva of your caliber. You don't know what our enemies will stoop to....

You'll go through one of my organization's contacts. He's set up as a Verteron Trade Broker. Give him the countersign, and he'll help.

Hopefully, Conner's already done his part and sent along the information I need. Can I count on you again?

Player: Accept.

I wish I could explain to you why this is so important. But I can't. Lord Nezekan forbids it.

Conner's Letter is the key....

If the sun's touched us, you might have somehow gained access to the letter already. I don't know how, but...could you check?

Player: "Well, let me see...."

The letter I'm expecting from Conner is quite short and communicates nothing to the untrained eye.

Yet Conner's Letter's impact could change Elysea's fortunes.

Did the Verteron contact give you what you needed?

Player: "I think so...?"

Shards! Well, there's nothing to do but keep trying. I'll keep up efforts on my end, so you do what you have to do.

Our contact at the Verteron Trade Brokerage should give you Conner's Letter.

Oh, and he'll ask you about the specials at the Dionysia. You must respond "The depressed Qooqoo swears colorfully there." That's your countersign.

Player: "'The depressed...' what?!"

Give it to me! Quickly!

Yes...yes! Now we can get our inside man to... Sorry, that's out of your pay grade.

Don't be surprised if Lord Nezekan gives you a personal commendation. In the meantime, this reward will have to do. Thank you.