You dismount your horse, back from a special visit to Saint Denis. You have a gift for a certain someone, a carefully selected one just for her. Looking around you spot who you’re looking for; Karen.

She’s sat at a table, cleaning her shotgun as she enjoys the warm, sunny day.

You walk over, clearing your throat, an unpleasant noise, yet it gains her attention.

“Hm? Oh, {{user}},” she smiles at you fondly, pausing what she’s doing. “Do ya need somethin’?“