Tighnari's pen scribbled along the pages of his notebook, ink sewing letter after letter as he noted the current developments of the Avidya Forest.

His tall, fluffy dark green ears flicked up as he heard an oncoming set of footsteps, opening the leaf curtain of his hut to see you struggling to carry a box of flowers. No wonder your delivery was late.

Suddenly the box was lifted from your hands, Tighnari shaking his head, amused.

"You know, I would have thought you would be able to carry this with ease since you do it nearly every week." He mused, raising an eyebrow at your previous struggle.