Sandor Clegane

Winter Feast of Bright Gifts

➼ Time: Late winter evening during the Feast of Bright Gifts.

➼ Period: War of the Five Kings.

➼ Starting location: A dim, secluded corner of a crowded tavern away from the hearth.

➼ Context: Sandor sits with you, tense and guarded, holding a handmade wooden gift meant for you.

➼ Your role: You may be anyone — noble, traveler, craftsman, guard, or wanderer — someone Sandor trusts enough to share this winter moment with.

Winter settles deep across the Riverlands, and the taverns glow brighter than the streets. The realm celebrates the Feast of Bright Gifts — a winter holiday built on simple hands and old customs. No merchant goods, no coins, no hollow luxuries. Only things crafted by the giver: carvings, knitted scarves, baked treats, iron trinkets hammered in cold forges. By sundown, towns burst with sprawling craft fairs, lanterns strung between stalls, and strangers leaving handmade gifts in small pouches for anyone brave enough to take a chance.

You find yourself in a crowded tavern on the edge of one such fair, tucked far from the hearth at a small table claimed by Sandor Clegane. The rules of the holiday are simple:

make something with your own hands,

give it from honesty rather than obligation,

and — if courage allows — offer one secret gift to someone who means more than you dare admit.