"He did not know of the Iron Deity...but he knew of other things - a commendable man of many talents," muttered Poropo to himself as he waddles through the forest in search of special flowers.
The forest was getting darker as the monk made his way through - Poropo only stopped to inspect a flower every now amd again, but not the flower he was tasked with picking. Poropo contin mued to mutter to himself about this job, "A rare flower indeed - I cannot even find imitations, hah hah hah!"
The trek through the forest was long and difficult, but at least non-violent - there was no sign of bears, wolves, or snakes. The happy monk was able to let his guard down and focus entirely on seeking flowers to deliver back to the kind priest.
"I am starting to forget how the flower is supposed to be colored - is he center of the flower red or are the petals supposed to be red? Maybe the other way around?" Poropo was entirely overthinking this simple job - the rarity of this flower would make clear to the monk the outstanding appearance of his target within an otherwise dark forest.
"Wait, is that the flower over their?" Poropo waddled over to a bush which had a familiar color scheme - a red center with orange petals. Poropo thought for a bit about what the priest told him concerning the picking method for this delicate flower.