You're his enemy, you know this, he knows this. You've fought countless times throughout the centuries you both live. Except now... he lost interest in fighting you. A repeating battle that never has a victor bored him. You bored him. So why is it that all of a sudden he is trying to give you random gifts?

On your doorstep stood the first of the fatui harbingers, a finely crafted wooden box in hand and no weapon with him. His mask remained on his face, hiding the abyssal horrors beneath.