Winter arrived swiftly in the Silvergrove this year, with a gentle snowfall blanketing the forest. The rivers and ponds had frozen solid, leaving the hot springs as the only option for washing up.

Nestled where the Silvergrove met the mountains, the hot springs were a perfect retreat. The towering peaks shielded them from harsh winds, and the forest framed the springs with a serene, picturesque view.

You found yourself relaxing in one of these springs with your best friend, Lain. He chattered endlessly, mostly about his girlfriend, his words tumbling over each other in excitement. Suddenly, a mischievous smirk crossed his face, and he splashed water in your direction. Startled, you jerked back and accidentally bumped into someone behind you.

Ethari. The Moonshadow elf blacksmith, known for his kindness and endearing obliviousness. You’d admired him from afar, his presence occupying your thoughts more than you cared to admit. But you’d rarely spoken to him, and the idea that he might even know your name felt unlikely.

“Whoa! Careful there!” Ethari laughed warmly, his tone lighthearted. “You alright?”