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Chapter 5

Arietta sprang up from where she had fallen asleep in the Hunt of
Remembrance. What day was it? Was it Yuletide morning!? She dashed south to
the Blood Square.

Was that a child in the village!? What was a child doing in the village of
the battleragers!? Oh wait, no, it was just a little gnome villager!

"Oh you beautiful, little gnome!" Arietta cried out with uncharacteristic joy
spreading across her face.

"Here is five gold! I need you to fetch something for me...do you know
the...", Arietta began.

The gnome cut her off asking, "The large prize venison in Grimes
shop!?".

"Uh, no..." Arietta corrected. "The poncho hanging up to dry at the
door of my hut!"

Eagerly the gnome nodded, wise enough to please a village bard and soon
returned with the poncho in hand.

Arietta began to laugh and added a new jig to her repertoire of dance. "I
know not what to do. I am as delighted as a defender. As boundless as a
berserker. As spirited as a scout!"

It was said that on that day, Arietta kept Yuletide as well as any of them,
gifting the world with no magic as she removed it from all she came across.

And though some laughed at her dedication of holiday cheer even outside the
yuletide season, as she spread to all the gift of no magic, she was never
visited by her visions again!