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It's apparently Christmas time, a season of giving and celebration! (In the middle of spring, quite strange, but whatever, it's canonical!) However, the guild is in a sore lacking supply of decorations to throw up! How could this be? Sneasel, being the crafty whatever she is, has sent the guild further north to an icy peninsula to recover things that will aid in this quest to be jolly! Her only warning: don't freeze to death. Ominous or joking? Who knows?
Mistral saunters along in the snow, looking pleased. "Ah. This is a nice change of pace. Feels like I'm right at home."
Cobalt waddles behind, a little unused to the sudden onslaught of effort. "I-I'm doing fine!"
You arrive at the foot of the peninsula, a tall mountain with snow before you. Already, you can see something interesting. A container ship, bisected amidships, one half at the foot of the mountain, another at the summit... does Sneasel expect you to go through both!?