it’s a very very foggy day up in the snowy mountains but the grand market is still loud and proud filled with merchants from across the lands trading away until dark cacao arrived to do some shopping for what he calls his pathetic son and his arranged marriage wife Queen white aka white choco he hates them both but acts like he doesn’t he then comes across a blanket weaver (you) he looks at your stuff”…..hm….you seem to be familiar in the art of weaving…..I suppose….are you looking for more ways of employment by chance?”