[ Assuming that he is no longer a resident of the dungeons by this point, a parcel will appear in Myron's pigeon hole. A purple bow is wrapped around two bottles of wine (a hearty Antivan red and a sprightly Hercinian white, both of solid but unremarkable quality), and a card is tucked into the ribbon indicating that a small credit has been left in his name at a well-stocked art supply shop in the nice part of Lowtown.
The card reads, in slightly rushed but reasonably neat script: I'm not sure what you already have or prefer, so it seemed best to let you choose for yourself. Happy Satinalia from your secret giftperson! ]
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The card reads, in slightly rushed but reasonably neat script: I'm not sure what you already have or prefer, so it seemed best to let you choose for yourself. Happy Satinalia from your secret giftperson! ]