Duskmoon Village was in a festive mood.
Angus had ordered that there be a celebration to commemorate their victory, and the village answered with excess. Fires burned bright in the open squares, their flames licking high into the night, casting dancing shadows across the ground.
Laughter rang out in bursts, loud and unrestrained, with some witches performing complicated party tricks to the delight of the crowd.
Long tables groaned under the weight of food, barrels were cracked open without care, and the scent of roasted meat mixed with spilled alcohol saturated the air. It wasn't every day they got to celebrate like this, and they made sure to indulge in every part of it.
