"Alright, let's do this!" Exclaimed Rion with a grin, "Light it up!"
"Relax, dude," I laughed in response, as I formed a spark of flames and lit up the joint.
Today's the 25th of January, 1822, and we were currently celebrating our freedom from that sealing barrier we'd been trapped in.
We'd decided to wait until we had restored peace to a significant extent, so that we could relax and party without any concerns.
Order had been restored to the Rustlands, Belia had taken over the leadership position of the nation and dealt with the rampant crime there. We then helped her set up a new government to run the nation, since, well, she really isn't cut out for that stuff.
And as for Idyll, Sylvar and Bell had sorted things out there and put the new Earth Sage in charge of things, while Esta was to continue running things in Liberty.