[Good call because Val was seconds away from opening his mouth and expressing his antsyness. Mollified, he settles in to respond.]

There is a list of items that is being sought. Each item is specific in its nature, a degree of specificity that might render it difficult or even impossible to find, and a handsome reward is promised.

On that list? A blue flower with red thorns. If there were such a bloom, it would grow nowhere near Kirkwall. Of the flowers I have beheld, they are, none of them, so exotic as that.