It was a cold December night and Christopher was trekking through the streets along side another man who goes by the name of Bismun while carrying a sack of goodies over his shoulder. Christopher was wearing his Archmage Robes, so the cold didn't bother him. "Man, it's a good thing I ran into you," Christopher said to Bismun. "I'd thought I would never find the Pacificators." "Not a problem, buddy," Bismun replied with a grin before looking at Christopher's sack. "But you sure you don't need help with that?" "Oh, this is nothing for a Dragonborn." "Dragonborn?" "Have you met Mildred Darkwind?" "Yes, the girls mentioned someone of that n