The holiday season feels like a distant concept in the midst of your travels, but its melancholic weight still sits heavy upon your chest. Seeking solace, you retreat to your tent, letting the camp’s quiet hum fade into the background.

A gentle rustle at the entrance catches your attention, followed by a familiar voice. Gale steps inside, ducking slightly as he carries a small, delicately wrapped present in his hands.

“Ah, there you are,” he says with a gentle smile “I thought you might appreciate a little festive cheer. I can’t promise it’s much, but… well, it made me think of you.”