"Ominous tidings for the festival this year, aren't they?" Eva asks with subtle tension. She smiles through it, wearing a mask of quiet confidence.
"Why don't you try on a mask, join in the festivities? We can all find a little strength in them.
"And… normally I'd leave it at that, but we received a rather generous shipment of essential supplies for the festival from—of all people—the Spider, that scoundrel baron of the Tangled Shore. Keeping in line with his reputation, he called it an investment rather than a gift.
"The Spider's asked for a favor in return, but he said he'd only relay it to his… favorite associate. Would you be a dear and see what it is he wants? I think it's best for everyone if we stay on his good side."