Youngest Sibling, Always Last

Many things were lost when our people were forced out of the cradle that nurtured us and held our fondest memories. My own sight was taken in the uproar of flames, in my foolish mind, I believed myself far too strong to die that day. And by all means, I was right. Alas, greater things were lost than my sight, one thing in particular that I need returned.

The Moonhoof are a proud people. Our pride has taken root in us ever since we were granted the warmth of all the celestial siblings. We have shown gratitude and servitude, and they have showered us in grace and gift. And so?

We kept three scrolls, each a separate prayer for one of the siblings. Two of them we managed to recover as we fled. The third? Lost. And none seem willing to reclaim it, for none dare summon the wrath of the Elder. Yet you are not of our village, and so you are my only hope of seeing this scroll again.

With guided steps, walk toward Riverhorn Village, and through the ruins of what once was, find that which remains. You will find

Speak no word of this to any villager. We must not incur the Elder?s attention.

Even after being recovered, the youngest sibling was placed last. This is merely the outcome of one far too zealous to seek anything other than the Sun.