warden-of-the-isles asked:

"Hmph. You smell of pestilence. I will deal with your scent, for now. I have something to give you." The Jailer leered, but approached Twitch, holding out a box full of fine cheeses among other treats. //Psst it me. Your secret santa. c:

Twitch shoots the warden a suspicious glance, taking the box. “…thanks?” He picks through the contents of the box, checking for a trap.