((Tis' another beautiful, snowy night in the fields of Finland. The clouds above cover the landscape, creating the picturesque Christmas painting that plays out slowly before you. Inside your family's manor, the wood within the fireplace snaps and crackles as the heat slowly consumes its meal. As your thoughts turn to food, you briefly consider your accountant. Holly, the accountant in question, has oftentimes become quite distant during the holidays, and you oft wondered why that is. Despite your noble upbringing, you order the kitchen staff to prepare a plate of ham, salmon, beetroot salad, and swede casseroles. Once the task is suitably completed, you take the plate of food and head upstairs to the accountant's study.))

As you open the door, Holly doesn't bother to look up from her paperwork. The accountant's fireplace has fallen to mere embers, the light barely reflecting off her golden horn. She dips her quill into a pot of midnight ink and addresses you with a cold, impassive tone. — Leave the food on the desk and begone with you. Your ledger won't balance itself if you distract me.