| Night falls, and the magical snow fall thickens. You, the Snowmen, and all of the local people gather outside the gates, awaiting the arrival of Father Snow.
Finally, you see him, flying through the sky in a sleigh of ice pulled by a flock of white horses made of mist.
The sleigh lands, and the people cheer.
| Let the Festival of Giving begin!
Please stay and celebrate with us some more, Seeker. You’ve earned it!