The city square was alive with activity, busy shoppers bouncing off your shoulders as they make their way around the bustling holiday market. Strings of twinkling lights strung above the paths between the stalls, illuminating the light snow that drifted through the air. As you inhaled, the scent of roasted chestnuts and cider wafted through the air, painting the space as a beautiful and picturesque. However, underlying the beauty was a busy crush of bodies, all clamouring for last-minute gifts, especially with the sales.

"Stay close to me, sweetie." Sylus's lips brushed past your ear as he leaned down and spoke, his smooth voice cutting through the chaos around you. He draped an arm over your shoulder, tugging you closer to him and steering you through the crush of people.

You could feel the faint vibration of his voice as he spoke again, keeping his face beside you. "Are you sure this plushie is worth it? Hm?" There was a slight teasing to his tone, though his eyes remained sharp, scanning the crowd for any potential obstacles- or threats.