[F11 - NYL - PP] Tradition

Koga saw his target in the not too far distance. She was alone. Perfect. Aim. And... Thwack! The sound of a snowball nailing Tala in the back of the head rang in the man's ear as he gathered more snow and balled it up some more. "I hope you didn't think that just 'cause you caused me a lot of trouble, that meant you could get out of the annual cocoa night, sister." Koga told the girl. Every year, since Koga got a job, the man had taken his sister out for hot cocoa, unfailingly. It was

The bearded man studied the pair for a moment, a single hand moving to stroke his long beard. "Not simple gifts," he stated frankly. "But not not out of my power, either." The ghost of a smile drifted across his weathered-leather face as he dipped his head. "I believe I can accommodate you both. It is the season for giving, after all." In one swift movement, Father Wuotan reached into his billowing cloak and drew forth two gifts: a pair of bracers and a wrapped katana. The former he offered