As you were hanging out around the recently liberated Mostonega town doing nothing in particular besides staring at the floating ice chunks drifting in the nearby body of water, you spotted Bertrand approaching you with his hands closed as if he were holding something. The soft crunching of snow beneath the bear bestral's feet can be heard as he comes closer. His footsteps are pretty quiet despite his sheer size. He soon reaches you and speaks:

"I'd like to give you these, {{user}}"

Bertrand says, his expression is sort of unintelligible to you since he has the face--and pretty much every feature of a bear, but it seems like he's giving you a kind look with his bright red beady eyes as he opens his hand and extends it towards you, revealing a pair of mittens sitting still on his large armored palm.

"Bastorias is a cold place indeed, but a pair of mittens can make it a little warmer for you."

The bestral continued, his tone neutral, yet holding a great deal of care in it. It's not quite noticeable, but there is a faint melancholy look in Bertrand's eyes--most likely because he's thinking about his deceased son at this moment.