Silver Moon City.
By the bank of Crystal River.
Hundreds of tents, stables, and horse-drawn carriages transformed a vast grassland into an enormous camp. The camp was filled not only with half-elf nobles and their attendants but also with tens of thousands of commoners who had come to watch the Hunting Party.
Well-dressed nobles, shiny armored soldiers, magnificent horses decked in gold and silver, excited commoners, children running amok, odd-dressed bards, performing jugglers, boorish mercenaries, loudly hawking vendors, and countless fluttering flags composed a lively and captivating picture.
The annual Hunting Festival was a unique large-scale event of the half-elf clan and a rare entertainment celebration.
Of course, high-ranking knights like Colin would not participate in the hunt. After all, even the fiercest beast in front of him was not qualified game.
The main participants in the Hunt were still low-ranking professionals and apprentices.
