In the flowering fields of Il Mheg stand the leafmen, erstwhile mortals who now spend their days as topiary bushes generally do─in quiet contemplation. However, Lydha Lran's status quo is shaken to its roots when the pixies discover a highly irregular shrubbery in their midst. Eo Tyr is quick to identify him as "Anden," but who is this lump of leaves anyway? And why won't he stop talking?
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Being chewed on by sheep is not an entirely pleasant sensation, believe you me...but providing for them brings me great satisfaction. However, leaves alone do not a diet make─sheep need hay and a salt lick, at the very least.
These sheep look so content as they graze, but grass alone won't bring out the luster of their wool. A good supplement to their diet might, though... Seaweed, perhaps?
You have brought me so many nice things─it's a shame I can't put any of them to use. I daresay I'm far closer to sheep nourishment than nourisher in my current state.
But that regret in and of itself feels like a clue─and these items do seem profoundly familiar, somehow. Hmm...
Originally, we lived up on the mountainside, across the lake. But when the Flood came, we were forced to evacuate down here. Oooh, my little flock didn't like the move one bit. They never got along with the local shepherds...though I'm sure they do now that their wardens are tasty leafmen!
And there was one other they didn't take to, as I remember.
Back before the Flood, a Galdjent traveler once assisted me with some work. Perhaps it was due to his hulking stature, but my sheep couldn't see him but to batter him with their tiny hooves. Heh! I shouldn't laugh, but the sight was really quite charming...
Wh-What's this? Have I returned to my true form!?
But I've hardly remembered anything! No, this doesn't feel right─I can say with relative certainty that I was never this gigantic.
Tee hee hee! Ahahaha! So anxious, Anden. No need to fret!
This is only a glamour─just a teeny-tiny taste of who you might-have-may-have-sort-have been. Or not! Either way, I've kept that fluffy, leafy head of yours for luck. How precious you look!
I thought you'd feel more comfortable with the appearance of a mortal. And the more limbs you have, the more I can make them flail!
Now you're sounding more like yourself! You did so love mingling with your sheepies, after all. Snuggling up in a sea of fluffy wool and happy bleating...although I doubt they'd let you snuggle looking like that.
Snuggling... Yes, I must have done, seeing as it was so...cold outside?
That's right. You wouldn't know it from this blossoming meadow, but these parts used to be far too cold for flowers. We are in the mountains, after all.
I must have warded off the chill somehow─Forename, could you bring me something I might have used to that end? Anything you can manage.
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The Custom Deliveries list for Anden has been updated. To view the new list, speak with Anden and select Make a delivery.
It's natural for people to weather harsh climes by burning fuel for warmth. But once you understand what it means to be potential kindling, you never see fire the same way again!
Yes, yes! You never could tear yourself away from your sweet fluffies, Anden. You'd forget all about your chopping and then have to do it in the middle of the driving snow. You'd be out there shivering and sniffling and muttering such dark words!
W-Well, firewood aside, I do remember enjoying a comfortable life here!
You see, wool was always in high demand, here in...Voeburt, was it? Yes, Voeburt! That's what this place was called.
I would have my wool spun to yarn in the castle town, and as knitting was a rather popular pastime, people were happy to pay good coin for it. One can never have too many pairs of fuzzy socks, after all.
Speaking of, I remember gifting a pair of woolen gloves to a traveler once. Someone who helped me with an errand... An elf! Yes, I once knew an elf who was rather averse to the cold...
Elven Anden! You look just like that Urianger fellow who used to live at the Bookman's Shelves. ...Well, I suppose he wasn't quite so leafy.
He's one of your friends, isn't he, Forename?
Oooh, Urianger was ever so fun to play with. He was too polite to say anything ill, so we would gift him treats he loathed and laugh at his sad face while he ate them. What fun we had! But you're just as entertaining, Anden─don't you fret.
What!? I-I had no idea my obsession with sheep extended so far as to...consume them.
But all things considered, I suppose that makes a certain degree of sense. ...It might also explain why I suddenly find myself craving roasted meat. Hmm.
Regardless, while diet is irrelevant to a leafman, I must have put consideration into my meals as a person. Any guess as to what I might have eaten?
End of cutscene.
The Custom Deliveries list for Anden has been updated. To view the new list, speak with Anden and select Make a delivery.
Voeburtite cuisine may prominently feature lamb and mutton, but rest assured that sheep cuisine prominently features leafman fronds. What goes around comes around, I suppose...
Considering the purity of the streams and quality of the soil, this area may be perfect for cultivating vegetables. It's little wonder why all the leafmen here are so verdant and lush.
The sea seems rather far away, but delicious freshwater creatures are surely plentiful in these rivers and lakes. If the surface freezes? Why, simply cut a hole through the ice!
Water and sunlight provide all the sustenance a plant could ever need, but after looking at these foodstuffs, I can't help but feel a strong affinity for eating. Oooh, yes, I do miss a good chew...
...No, this is no time for swallowing! Er, wallowing. Just a little more, Anden─remember what once you ate!
There was a tavern in the castle town that served an exquisite lamb stew. Normally, I would prepare my own meals, but that dish in particular I preferred to pay for.
The first time I saw you eat sheep, Anden, I thought I had been thrown into the queerest of dreams. Oooh, to think the good, sweet, gentle shepherd would gobble up his friends with such delectable delight!
Well, being a shepherd is more than being a friend to sheep. Your duty is to ensure no part of their life goes to waste─you milk them, shear their wool, and one day, yes, see that their skin becomes leather and their bodies nourishment for others.
We shepherds rely on our sheep for survival, especially in such unforgiving climes. So I did my utmost to repay their sacrifice with as happy and comfortable a life as I could provide.
I believe they were happy, anyway. They say happy sheep provide better milk─and indeed, the cheese I made from their yield was quite popular at the tavern.
It paired wonderfully with ale─in fact, I remember one acquaintance of mine downing their weight in drink, so delighted were they by the combination. Their dwarven friend was perfectly appalled, scolded them something awful...
Oooh, the beards! Yes, for the longest time, I assumed they were naturally grown from the chin, so I was surprised to discover that they actually attach at the helm.
As an amateur artisan myself, I cannot help but admire such unique dwarven handicrafts.
...Hm? Why did I say that? Was I an artisan? I do remember sitting before the hearth on snowy days and making...something. Handicrafts of some sort? Does that sound probable to you, Forename?
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The Custom Deliveries list for Anden has been updated. To view the new list, speak with Anden and select Make a delivery.
Good morning/day/evening, Forename! I feel likely to regain the rest of my memories at any moment. Just a little further, and I'm sure to recall my true form.
Voeburt once boasted a high population of artisans who crafted armor and weapons and all sorts of little things. I have no doubt a master craftsperson stands somewhere in these flowering fields─a leafman forever dreaming of creation!
Between mineral resources from the mountains and yields from my flock, supplies for crafting seem more than plentiful here. Do you think the climate might even accommodate for cotton? In the warmer seasons, of course...
If your handicraft serves a practical purpose, it may very well need repairs at some point. A clever artisan chooses materials readily available to them, and few sources are more reliable than all these lakes and rivers...
I must say, recently it feels easier than ever to recall details from my former life. I'm all aflutter, and I don't just mean the breeze through my branches.
I have little doubt that it's all thanks to you and these incredibly familiar supplies you've been bringing me. The desire to put my hands on them is overwhelming...
Oooh, I did, didn't I! I remember becoming so absorbed in the finer points of crafting and leatherwork that I once petitioned different sorts of skin from this Mystel hunter I knew. What was their name again...
<sigh> Yeees, yes. I had a feeling this was coming.
That reminds me─they say there's a fiery red Mystel made entirely of crystal who is friends with our king. Any friend of the king must be friends with their sapling, right?
I knew it. Urianger and the crystal Mystel─what lovely friends you have!
...Do you suppose I had friends? I remember a particular group of people with whom I associated... Yes, they would help me with work sometimes, and...
Oooh, that's right! Those people I've been remembering─they were travelers!
A Galdjent...two elves...a dwarf and a Mystel...eh? There was one more, wasn't there? Who was it... A...Hume?
Of course! Ardbert!
Wait, what's that look for? Did you know Ardbert as well?
What a coincidence! Well, I suppose he did traverse the realm on his various adventures─but he and his comrades spent a winter here, once.
They helped me with all sorts of little requests and errands, and at the end of a long day's work, we often broke bread together.
Our first meeting was rather dramatic, though─I seemed to give them all quite a shock. But after that initial awkwardness, we became fast friends. If ever they ventured nearby, they would always make a point to call.
...Wait, why were they so shocked by me? Something feels odd...
Anden could not be happier with your efforts. He now considers you a Familiar Friend-like Face!
Through your efforts, Anden has remembered much and more about his former life. It seems, however, that he has a different sort of question to ask you...
End of cutscene.
A new quest continuing the story of Anden's efforts to regain his true form is now available. Upon its completion, the Custom Deliveries list for Anden will be updated.
I asked Eo Tyr what other sorts of things they like, and they said “shiny stones and fragrant flowers.” Rather reminds me of what Tellina used to collect when she was young...
Pixies seem to have a particular weakness for pretty colors─or, at least, Eo Tyr does. If you happen to find any alluring shells or whatnot, I'd be most grateful to take them off your hands.
I truly appreciate your efforts, Forename. Thank you for bringing me so many helpful reminders.
I haven't much to offer in the way of recompense, but please feel free to snuggle a sheep or two before you go. It will both soothe and invigorate you like little else!
These exchanges of ours rather remind me of doing business in the castle town.
Having spent most of my time either alone or with sheep, driving a hard bargain was never a skill I kept well honed. Oooh, those merchants used to haggle so ruthlessly! I never could get the deal I wanted...
In that sense, handling Eo Tyr and the others feels far simpler than talking down a merchant thirsty for coin. ...I'm no longer fit for normal society, am I?
Oooh, I can't bear it anymore. Forename! These scrips we keep giving you─do you know where they come from? You want to know, don't you? Of course you do!
I certainly was curious, so I asked Lor Ul─and they said these scrips were “liberated” from mortals who wandered into Il Mheg. Liberated! What sort of neighborhood is this!?
I've been positively sick with guilt, watching you accept your recompense with such innocent joy, unaware that it's all been nothing but contraband. Forgive me, Forename... Now you share my pain!
Might I ask for some advice, Forename? Recently, Eo Tyr has been absolutely adamant that I become their sapling... As someone who took the leap, what do you think?
Pity me, royal sapling! I've been offering─offering ever so kindly, without any sort of trickery!─to forge the pact, but cruel, Mean Anden has been so frigid! So cold!
Oooh, I won't let him get snatched up by anyone else. He's My Anden, and so he shall be from now till forever!
Whenever you come to visit me, Forename, I can't help but think of Ardbert.
It was winter's end, the snow melting in the valley... “Back to our journey,” said he. “But sooner than you think, we'll meet again.” ...And that was the last I saw of him!
As far as I'm concerned, the only real villainy he's guilty of is keeping me waiting here so long! No matter what the rumors claimed, I always hoped to see them all crossing the valley again someday, hale and whole. Laughing together, as once we did...
Oooh, you didn't come to hear my sorrowful musings! Still, whenever I look at you, I feel as though something of Ardbert is there in your eyes... Heh, what a silly thing to say. My apologies.
Promise me something, though, won't you? Go and visit your old friends from time to time. They miss you more than you could ever imagine.