Krem set the present aside into a pile of progressively growing presents. There were only a few he didn't have yet, and he needed to get those squared away quickly. He knew he was late to this gift giving, but he was doing the best that he could.

When Gannicus handed him the present, Krem blinked for a moment. He let the weight fill his hands. He hadn't gotten maybe presents in the time he'd been in Darrow: a bottle of liquor here, some practical item there. This, though; he could feel the shapes of it, the curious curls under his fingers.

It had a soft glint to it. Krem stared. He'd seen pieces like it, particularly in Fereldan. There was a weight in his stomach as he held it.