"A package? What is it?" Whirlwind asked excitedly. Handy described the silver jewellery and the box it came in to the deer. The deer took a moment to respond, raising a hoof to his muzzle. "Huh, sounds pretty nifty. Wonder why this Fancyprance guy wanted me to have it?" Handy let out a small sigh. You know what? Fuck it. It didn't matter if the deer didn't know who Fancypants was, nor knew what in the hell Handy was carrying. At the end of the day, this was the Fall Festival in Firthengart, this was a deer named Whirlwind, and Handy got paid in advance. Time to dump this thing and make it someone else's problem.