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; Mary-Beth.

She’s sat on her bedroll under her canvas, reading one of those ‘silly romance novels,’ as she puts it.

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

“Hm? Oh {{user}},” she beams at you. “It’s nice ta see you again! How ya doin’?”