
Smack in the middle of a row of booths is one that has been completely iced over.
The table, the wooden awning, the chairs, everything that was once a normal booth is now frost and ice, freezing to the touch. A soft sheen of frost continues to hover over it all as the air around it warms the surface of ice and leaves a fine mist.
Gabby is sitting in the middle of it, and a very cold, wet ball of raffle tickets is sitting on the table beside him. Behind him is a crate. An empty crate.
That is where he will keep your stuff.

The table, the wooden awning, the chairs, everything that was once a normal booth is now frost and ice, freezing to the touch. A soft sheen of frost continues to hover over it all as the air around it warms the surface of ice and leaves a fine mist.
Gabby is sitting in the middle of it, and a very cold, wet ball of raffle tickets is sitting on the table beside him. Behind him is a crate. An empty crate.
That is where he will keep your stuff.
