Two Days Until Midwinter, 1183 D.R.
It seems so odd of Karlat to suggest we have a party for the village children. Normally he hates it when even just a few of them show up, asking to be read to!
"The whole village!" he said, trying to sound gruff. "Every child! I want them all in the library on Midwinter Night." Lathander be praised, I think I've finally found a soft spot in the old rascal! That's the thing with children: they tend to grow on you.
Off to the village then, to spread the good news.