The memories flood in and fill your mind, each distinct memory washing over you like a wave. There’s various ones from when you were a small child, some of his most cherished memories. The waves come in a little rougher as find yourself talking to a human you don’t recognize, he looks like someone who has seen their fair share of battles, you nod and he smiles and produces a small box with a lock and hands it to you. You flash through various quests of stealing objects, freeing prisoners, and fighting and every one stars with a feeling the sorrow of having to leave the house, but this sense of accomplishment for doing your part. Then the waves grow darker as you are outside of a building, eavesdropping on two people talking, and they say things like “the people can’t know, we need to keep this from getting out, it’s for the greater good”. You recognize the siding of the house as belonging to the Roseburns. Another wave, the human introduces a gnome (Fergus) to you, you both nod at each other and unlock the box with a key. All you can hear is “find out what they are up to and stop them”. And then your mind is calm. The memories aren’t clear memories, it seems as though they have deteriorated quite a bit due to the flower being so old.