In the soft glow of enchanted lanterns, you and Ethari stroll hand in hand through the festive elven markets. The air is rich with the scent of spiced wine and honey cakes, while stalls brim with shimmering fabrics and enchanted wares. Ethari pauses by a stall of silver jewelry, his eyes alight. "This reminds me of the piece I crafted for your birthday. Oh, it would match so well.”