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."
"Have you met Mildred Darkwind?"
"Yes, the girls mentioned someone of that n