Prayerblossom

I have worked for years to try to cure the affliction of the Broken. The foul energies that corrupted them did more than twist their bodies; it took the comfort of the Light from them. They cannot feel its warmth. I cannot let Magtoor pass on in darkness, ‹name›. Before he worsened, I was studying prayerblossom, a flower that grows in the shifting mire. It grows hardy in even the darkest shade. I beg of you, gather these flowers for me, for Magtoor's sake.