[ At some point before the North wizards get called away, there's a small gift bag hanging on Malice's doorknob. In it is a small glass bottle filled with dandelion wishes and petals - from lilies, from roses, from all the new and familiar flowers Ginger has encountered while he gardens. The bottle feels warm to hold - and warmer still the longer it's held. At its peak, it will burn the frost away from the inside out for whoever holds it. The duration doesn't last too long, perhaps an hour at best if used all at once, but it's something from someone who owes him.
The bag waits patiently for the room's owner to find it before they leave - or when they return. ]
[Huh...! This is a really helpful tool for taking up north, and considering they'll have to go handle something out there at some point, this is certainly appreciated. He has a guess at who left it, and Malice makes a note to remember to think him later.]
before north mission!
The bag waits patiently for the room's owner to find it before they leave - or when they return. ]
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