Bowlord Lewin has information regarding your role in Greenbliss.
Lewin: None in Gridania can doubt your worth, Mortimer…
Lewin: But to receive such praise from the Elder Seedseer herself!
Lewin: And nor is that the half of it! She chose you to play the role of Emissary, for gods’ sakes! You! An outsider! Do you have any idea what this means!?
Lewin: (sigh) But of course you don’t. You are not forestborn…which is rather the point. Mistake me not, I think you worthy, but your selection is all but unprecedented. And I’ll wager you have not the faintest inkling what is required of you…
Lewin: There are preparations that the Emissary must needs complete ahead of time. I suggest you consult Miounne regarding the matter─she is overseeing the arrangements for the event.
Lewin: Now, you had best get going─the ceremony cannot commence without the Emissary.
Oh, and, Mortimer…don’t make a hash of this!
Mother Miounne: Well, well, if it isn’t the Emissary himself! Had I known you were coming, I would have baked a pie!
Mother Miounne: You truly are full of surprises, Mortimer. Next you’ll be telling me you’re one of the Warriors of Light, back from a half-decade long holiday!
Mother Miounne: But let’s speak of preparations. As you doubtless already know, Greenbliss is an age-old ceremony for strengthening the bond between man and elemental. These days, though, the name also refers to the festival at large.
Mother Miounne: In the ceremony, the Emissary serves as a conduit─a bridge between the people and the guardians of the Twelveswood. Suffice it to say, it is no small responsibility─nor does the Elder Seedseer choose mankind’s representative on a whim.
Mother Miounne: Seldom in history have non-forestborn been chosen for the role─which should give you an idea of the magnitude of the honor being accorded you.
Mother Miounne: For your part, you are required to wear a ceremonial artifact, which is presently in the keeping of Timbermaster Beatin.
Mother Miounne: Go to the Carpenters’ Guild and collect it from the man, then return to me for further instructions.
Beatin: So you are the Emissary-to-be. Miounne sent word that you would be coming to collect the ceremonial artifact.
Beatin: The good news is that it’s ready─painstakingly crafted by these very hands, and from the rarest of materials.
Beatin: Take it, along with this warning: get so much as a scratch on the thing, and I shall make an unceremonial artifact out of you.
Mother Miounne: Back from your trip to the Carpenters’ Guild? Let’s see what you have in that box.
Mother Miounne: Ahhh…this is by far the finest Monoa mask I have ever laid eyes upon. The timbermaster has truly outdone himself this time.
Mother Miounne: In case he didn’t mention, the mask is crafted from consecrated lumber rendered up by the Guardian Tree, solely for use in the ceremony. In other words, it is priceless─Mother bids you to handle it with care.
Mother Miounne: And with that, your preparations are complete. The venue should just about be in order as well. If you have any questions, now’s the time to ask them.
Keishinrei 