It was nighttime.
Tonight, the people of Winterseed village decided to organize a small feast.
The streets of the village were filled with jolly villagers. They could be seen strolling, sitting together and sharing stories, or with children playing games.
Large campfires were set to assist the lighting of the moon. Smaller fireplaces were also set up by the women for cooking; the aroma of delicious meals filled the air, adding even more excitement.
At this feast, everyone became a single family; anyone could eat from anyone and everyone.
Ren sat with a group of older men as they discussed. A smile was plastered on his face. The vibe he received from the feast made him swear never to risk his life again. If he had unfortunately lost his life to those evil spirits, he would never have experienced such a joyful event.
"Even though Lord Rowan isn't around, the love and peace he has created still lives on," Ren thought.
