“Perhaps next year we could incorporate some of the elvish winter festival into this time.” “I would love to do that,” said Elliot. “Yeah, okay,” said Luke, unwrapping a crossbow. The table in front of him was crowded with weapons, but this one was from Louise and she had her current kill count engraved on it, with an encouraging message that said KEEP UP, LITTLE BROTHER! Louise was a terrifying person, and it made them all smile. “We can do the thing with the funny lamp too,” Luke continued. “Menorah,” Elliot corrected. “We don’t have to.”
