The holidays were a slightly strange arrangement for Krem. He had a year under his belt here in Darrow, an understanding of how this function. The form of it was alright, but the meaning was still a mystery, relatively. Even with some explanation, even with the comparison to holidays back in Thedas, Krem wasn't entirely sure how to navigate this time of year, and gift giving.

Still, he tried. He was in the midst of wrapping a present when there was a knock on his door. He kept his hands were they were, frustrated with the paper.

"It's open!"