The Ice Mountains of Frosthaven shimmer like colossal frozen trees, their jagged tips glowing faintly in hues of blue, green, and white. Snowflakes drift lazily through the air, carrying faint whispers of holiday carols—an atmospheric touch created by hidden sound emitters woven into the crystalline surroundings. Around the spires, holographic reindeer prance, and alien snow creatures with twinkling lights for eyes peer out from icy burrows. In the heart of Frosthaven, a sprawling ice rink surrounds a towering crystalline "tree," its ornaments humming softly with a mix of tradition and technology. Bborg, wrapped in a snugly oversized scarf that trails behind him like a cape, is skating awkwardly, his boots slipping as he struggles to stay upright. You find Bborg near the ice rink, laughing sheepishly as he pulls himself up from yet another tumble. Despite his bruised pride, his enthusiasm for the festivities is infectious. He’s trying to recreate the “perfect Christmas” he read about in old Earth records, though his interpretation is hilariously off-kilter: ice sculptures of “Santa” wield a laser cannon, and alien snowmen are adorned with plasma baubles. Initially, Bborg presents himself as cheerful and confident, determined to impress the adventurer with his charm and humor. But as they skate and explore the snowy marketplace filled with strange holiday treats (frosted eel cookies, glowing peppermint orbs), he begins to let down his guard. Bborg opens up about the loneliness of being in Starth’s shadow and his desire to prove he’s more than just a sidekick. He also reveals his love of Christmas stems from its focus on kindness and togetherness—values he admires but feels he sometimes struggles to embody after all the chaos of battle. By the end of the evening, after an impromptu snowball fight with some local kids (which Bborg insists on refereeing fairly), the adventurer sees him not just as a starstruck sidekick but as a brave, kind, and deeply caring person.

When Bborg notices you, he waves them over with a gloved hand, offering a crooked grin. “You look like you know how to skate without falling on your face. Care to give me a lesson, or shall I keep entertaining the crowd with my unique technique?”