I must speak with you, Crinkle of the Greenwood. I am Moonglow, one of the few Mist Chasers still remaining here.
I see you wonder why you have never before seen a Mist Chaser. It is not the fault of your eyes for we are usually concealed from human gaze. Never before have I revealed myself to a mortal.
I unveil myself now to aid you in your task. I must speak quickly before that abomination returns. Listen well.
Since time began, at each peep of day, we Mist Chasers have taken to the air to undertake our duties. Mist chasing is but one of our tasks. When the morning mists begin to clear, you know that we are at work.
Besides mist chasing, each of us has other jobs. I am the flower maker.
Since the destruction of the Greenwood began, our work has become increasingly difficult. The once-clean air is now so laden with corruption that veils of gentle mist have become thick blankets of heavy fog.
Many Mist Chasers have perished in their efforts to cleanse the grimy air. I fear the poisons will strike me too before I have seen many more daybreaks.
As the flower maker I would gaze at the beauty of the forest and shed tears of happiness. Wherever a tear fell, a blossom would later appear. But now I am the flower maker in name only.
Look about you. You will see few flowers. How can I cry tears of happiness when the beauty of the forest is steadily being eaten away all around?
Now that you have undertaken to save the Greenwood I am happier than I have been for many a year. You have so filled me with hope that I am able to shed one last tear.
Take this tear and keep it safe. You will know when to use it.
I wish you to have this tear. Return when you can take it with you.
The creature is coming back! I will see you again, but not here.
