Almighty Solar Swan, lend your ear to my humble request.

The Book Faire of Canterlot has come once more, and my absence from such festivities tortures me so. Yet all is not lost! By your grace and mercy, I implore you send Scribe Raven of the Inkwells to retrieve the most holy of texts before night falls upon us. The latest endeavor of the great A.K. Yearling has completed transcription, granting favor upon the masses to partake of her literary splendor. There is no doubt the cost will be great, but my coffers are forever yours to employ. Whatever the price, I am more than willing to pay, so long as your blessing falls upon me.

Your lowly disciple,
Purple Prose