A few months after the festival, Ryoma was heading to the Adventurer's Guild.
"Sure is getting cold out, I'll need to get some firewood built up soon," said Ryoma while entering the building.
"What brings you here, Ryoma?" asked Maylene.
"I heard that Mr. Worgan was looking for me so I thought I would hurry over," said Ryoma while walking over to her.
"Good to see ya, Ryoma, I was just about to head over to the shop," said Worgan as he approached them.
"This came for you in the guild's mail," he said while handing over an envelope.
"It has the seal of the Jamil Family," said a surprised Ryoma. A few minutes later he was in a private room.
"Dear Mr. Ryoma, my friends from school are going to be joining me at home for our vacation," he read.
"And I know that it would be a long journey but we all would like to see you again so you are invited to come to our home too but don't feel pressured to show up if you can't make it," said Ryoma as he finished.
"I'd like to see them too," he said.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to make sure there was no trouble," said Worgan as he walked in.
"No, it's just an invitation to the Jamil's estate," said Ryoma.
"Eliaria couldn't use the Limour Birds because of the cold so she sent it through the guild knowing that it would reach me that way," he said.
"Makes sense, but I don't think even you could make it in this weather though," said Worgan as he noticed that it was snowing heavily outside one of the windows.
"Maybe on my own or even in a wagon, but I have an idea," said Ryoma.
"Would you care to share with your pall here what that head of yours is thinking?" asked Worgan.
"I'll have to call in a favor with a friend," said Ryoma with a smile.