You know, sometimes I feel guilty about always asking you to run to and fro performing errands for me. But don't worry─I'm not going to do anything like that today! Today, I'm going to tell you a story. A story of moss fungus, and of children.
Moss fungus often grows on graves, and because of this, Kholusians believe it to be a most baleful thing, and a harbinger of death, disease, and all sort of other nasty things. Because of this, many children have nightmares of being chased after by giant moss funguses! Is it moss funguses?
Anyhow, this got me thinking. Wouldn't it be so sweet if someone put these poor dreamers' hearts at ease by bringing me the cap of a slain moss fungus, that I could spin it into a dream to show the children that there's nothing to fear about these funny-looking creatures?
I'm not asking you to do this. Heavens no! I'm merely saying that
if someone were inclined to perform this kind gesture, all they would need to do is take an oh-so-short short trip to Sextuplet Shallow and rip the cap off one of the unsuspecting moss funguseses that live there. Don't worry, though─I'm sure my dreamers won't mind living in abject fear for another day or two.