Making his way down from the hill to the side of the river, Lyrian realized that there weren't just a few, but over 20 kids that were gathered there. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the scene.
As he walked closer, Lyrian saw that they all looked to be standing over the river, staring at it contently with most of them having somewhat serious expressions plastered on their faces.
Out of the 20 kids, most looked to be from different smaller factions looking at their clothes and demeanors, along with how they stood in accordance with each other. Their outfits ranged from simple tunics to ornate robes, and their postures revealed a mix of excitement and anticipation.
'Why would they gather here out of all places though?' Lyrian thought to himself, nearing the lake, 'Well, who cares. Right now, I just want to wash myself of--' Suddenly, Lyrian's thoughts were interrupted by a shout that came out of nowhere.
