[PQ] [Seasonal Event] afire love

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Sam wasn't sure how much of the LongNight lore to believe, but he had always had a slight affection for tales of the Sparkbird. As fanciful as they were, he liked to think they might have been true once; as a child he had drawn several scribbled pictures of the large firey bird emerging from the heavens to amaze a crowd of people. He did not usually get involved in the towns preparations, but when he saw the supplies stocked up by a dug hole as he sat at his stall, he felt strangely compelled to help. Perhaps it was the adventure he'd been on, the friends he'd made; whatever it was Sam was feeling more confident than he ever had and willing to actually involve himself in the lives of the people around him. Placing a sign saying he would be back soon on his stall and hiding the books beneath in a lock box, he headed over (with a large hat on his head and a coat wrapped around him to protect from the sun). When he got to the site he realised just how little progress there had been. He was not strong, would struggle to help with the actual erecting of the thing, but he tried not to let that deter him. He turned to the man stood nearby, who seemed to be the only one attached to the situation. "..A..Are you in charge of the Sparkbird perch? I could help. If you'd like."