It saddened the elf just reading the words across the page. It was anniversary of the lord's late wife's death. Atani sometimes forgot just how short human lives were. This was not the fate someone so young should have encountered, but alas, such was life.
What the lord wished for was something so simple, yet incredibly valuable to the man. There was a special flower that only grew in his castle's dungeon. There was none other in Fiore quite like it. Befitting of the darkness surrounding Oak, this flower only grew in the absence of light. For the safety and health of the floral species, it was important for Atani not to let too much light shine on its petals.
Into the darkness, the elf delved. It was at times like these where she wished she had the eyes of her Dark Elven brethren. Unlike her, they were well accustomed to the night and would have no trouble spotting this rare flower. But eventually, after numerous attempts of grabbing at nothing, her hands landed on a delicate stem. By touch and scent, she could tell it was the flower he described. With the pair of flowers in hand, she went back to the lord. During her walk, she had enchanted the flowers with her nature magic so that they would never wilt. Tears coming to Lord Phantasm's eyes, he thanked the elf and handed her the due reward.
WC: 400+238=638/500