Description
My father would never willingly leave his Jaunty Hat behive. Those two like to bicker like dogs and caterpillars. Something, or someone, must have lead him like a horsefly to a watermelon and captured him.
There have long been rumors of a changeling nightmare that haunts the dreams of mortals, appearing in the guise of a beloved, then doing horrible, out-of-character acts. Find this creature and bring me its mask.
Upon completion
We have a traitor in our mitts? We must route them out of the palace at once. Thank you for this, Progenitor [%NAME].