'Tis the Season for Side Quests

It's that cursed time of year again. The Guild is getting stressed. Each yuletide fool

in town sends us on another quest. No dragons left, no wars to fight, no bounties rich

or grand. Just find me gifts. Bake me pies, and spread cheer through the land.

'Tis the season for side quests. By the gods, I'm done. We're fetching wreaths

and jingle bells. Oh, what have we become? The clerics knit the garlands,

the rogues play Santa spies, and the barbarian's wrapping presents poorly,

but he tries. Last week we fought a lich. This week we trim a tree.

The wizards drunk on eggnog and the bard won't stop the glee. Our rangers hunting