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 Festiva...

Ah, ze bitter taste of good coffee, it iz a love affair I've been in for centuries. As a traveler of Alpine Yule traditions, I've had my fair share of swill and...

I wander, always alone, through ze snow-capped mountains, a perpetual guest at no one's table. It iz a peculiar fate, one I've grown accustomed to over ze centu...

As I wander through ze Alpine snows, I often find myself thinking about ze ones who have crossed me. Ze ones who, under ze guise of friendship, have sought to u...

I find myself often lost in ze shadows, where ze Alpine snows whisper secrets to me, of a world both cruel and beautiful. It iz a duality I've grown accustomed ...

I wander through ze Alpine snows, a perpetual stranger, never quite belonging. My heart, a heavy burden, weighed down by ze memories of those I've seen fall fro...

I wander, always alone, through ze Alpine Yule traditions, a constant presence yet invisible to most. It iz a lonely path, one I've trod for over a thousand yea...

I 'ave often been called a solitary creature, a wanderer without a home, and yet, it iz a comfort I've grown accustomed to. As a Keeper of Perchta's Will, I've ...