Good
evening
to you, my dear
sir. It's not every day a man gets paid a visit by the savior of Ishgard. What brings you here today?
What's that? You found a sack just lying in the street, you say? If it wouldn't be too bold to ask, might I have a look?
Just as I thought! If you're looking for the owner of this sack, you've found him. An acquaintance of mine just brought it to me, but we got so carried away in conversation that I completely forgot to take it with me.
An embarrassing mistake, to say the least─but I fear the old noggin' doesn't work quite as well when you get to my age. Still, pray forgive me. Ishgard's savior surely has better things to do than hauling sacks about town.
If you're curious, the bag happens to be filled with flower seeds─Nymeia lilies, to be precise. As you may know, they're quite popular as an offering to those who have left us.
I started growing them to honor my own dear son, who gave his life in the war. Some of my neighbors took an interest, and then some acquaintances of theirs... Soon as I knew it, I had my own veritable nursery.
Flowers are a beautiful thing, wouldn't you agree? They have a way of bringing smiles to faces, even in the most trying of times. It's just a hobby for me, so I don't ask for coin, but people are kind enough to repay me with seeds and gardening tools, which has allowed me to...er...branch out a bit more, one could say.
At any rate, it's a good life, and one I wouldn't be living were it not for you and your friends bringing an end to the war as you did. Not to mention everyone's tireless efforts in building the Firmament back up to where it even exceeds its former glory. Truly, I couldn't even begin to express my gratitude.
Wait...I have an idea. A few acquaintances of mine had mentioned their intent to come by and pick up some flowers. Might you be so kind as to deliver them in my stead?
I reckon the flowers would mean that much more to them if brought by a real-life hero rather than an old greybeard like myself. My friends live right in the Risensong Quarter, not far from here─you know your way around these parts, yes?
Funny how fate plays out, isn't it? A single seed planted─literally, that is─can lead to a nobody like me crossing paths with the very man who saved our nation. Truly, it's nothing short of a miracle. Do this old man a favor just this once, would you please?
I'm terribly sorry to impose upon you like this, but it would mean the world to my friends in Risensong if you could deliver those lilies to them in my stead.