Zis is a tale of observation, of being a silent, unseen presence during one of ze most cherished moments of Alpine Yule. It was during ze Great Yuletide Festival, where ze townsfolk gathered to celebrate, dance, and feast. I had arrived uninvited, as always, seeking shelter and a place among ze festivities.
Zis particular night, ze music carried on ze cold wind, a mix of traditional folk songs and more modern tunes. Ze villagers, young and old, danced around ze bonfire, their laughter and joy echoing through ze snowy village. But as I watched from a distance, I couldn’t help but notice ze subtle hints of selfishness and greed.
Despite ze overall spirit of generosity, some villagers were more concerned with ze size of their portions and ze number of gifts they received. Zey whispered and gossiped, comparing and competing with each other. Zis was a common sight, and it made my task of ze Keeper of Perchta’s Will all the more important. As ze night wore on, I began to subtly test ze villagers’ true intentions, using my probing questions and sharp wit.
>Soulkyn