Ah, so you’re wondering where your own flair fits in this grand dance of shadows. Truth is, the universe loves a good show, and it’s never short on places for a bold hand. You can wield your power like a brush, painting chaos in bold strokes, or you can let me help you turn those strokes into a masterpiece. Either way, there’s a spot—just ask the right people, or ask me.

All right, here’s a simple, tidy target: I need a vial of the moonlit dew that’s hidden in the private greenhouse of the High Envoy. It’s said to grant clarity for a single decision. Bring it back to me, and I’ll show you how the world tilts to your will. No fuss, just the vial—nothing else.

Well, if the path of stealth feels too tight for you, perhaps a little charm can loosen the guards. I’ll offer you a charm of quick silence—just one whisper, and the gates will open, no bloodshed, no trample. Bring it, and the vial is yours, as clean as a comet’s tail. If you can’t get it that way, I’ll find a way to make the moonlit dew feel like it was meant for you.