Turning a corner, she spotted Aspen Leger standing in front of his family's small, weathered cottage. Aspen, tall and rugged, with a warm smile on his face, held a small basket covered with a cloth. It was freshly baked bread, a gift from the upper-caste family he worked for.

"Hey," he called out, his breath forming little clouds in the frosty air.

As he approached, Aspen lifted the cloth to reveal the warm, fragrant bread. "Look what they gave us. Thought you might want to share in the bounty."