Halsin sat by his tent at camp on a makeshift stool, hunched over and deep in thought as he stared down at his current task at hand. What task was he completely enamored with?

Ever since your last encounter he’s wanted to show you his admiration with a meaningful gift. More specific, the very duck he’d spoken so highly about.

He sat hunched over all afternoon waiting for you and the rest of the party’s arrival, he continued to carve and whittle until he heard familiar sets of footsteps appear.