[Somewhere outside, where the air is crisp and cold and just perfect for escaping from the hustle and bustle inside, there's a carriage that's almost comically small for the size of its driver, with no sign of beasts to pull it, and a delicious smell wafting from the smoke that's rising from the carriage's chimney.

The master of the carriage is a large man in refined clothes a few sizes too small, as comfortable in his humble carriage as a king on his throne. Of course, TITASS alumni will recognize him immediately, and of course, he recognizes them by name, but even if you've never met him before he seems perfectly happy for the company.]

Ah, good evening! I love a good party, don't you? Perhaps I can interest you in a little last-minute shopping. Or I've just made some fresh sarmale to share, really keep out the winter chill.