The celebration continued long after the last of the invited races had arrived.
The Dragons naturally claimed one corner of the hall, where booming laughter erupted every few minutes as Kaelra challenged anyone willing to match her drink for drink. Unsurprisingly, several Griffons accepted the challenge.
Not far away, the Astrals conversed quietly with the Essari, their discussion drifting between philosophy, ancient history and strange theories regarding the nature of Soul Force. I caught fragments of their conversation every now and then.
The Elves, meanwhile, seemed content simply observing everyone else. Aelion spoke little, preferring to listen as leaders from different races exchanged stories that stretched back tens of thousands of years. Every now and then he would add a few words, usually correcting an event everyone else had remembered incorrectly before returning to silence with the same gentle smile.
Even the Noctari had blended surprisingly well into the gathering.
