[i]The snow made a crisp crunch under Sylver’s boot, his path pushing forward toward the forest. Today he was shockingly festive— there were silver bands all over his cloak, and even a few silver bells, though if they rang it wasn’t in a sound perceived by normal means.[/i]
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[spoiler]I hate to say it but you're kind of late. Boss is nearly dead.[/spoiler]