Hundreds of souls, civilian and soldier, gather beneath the massive thatch roof laid out above the courtyard of the manor. As the expected evening storm rages above, the people celebrate below. If one were to step out from under the roof's protection, they would be soaked in seconds.
But it doesn't seem to bother the Kroridians. They're used to such storms. The Kantonians are less comfortable.
A dozen long tables are placed back to back to accommodate all the guests. At the head of the table, Lord Moren sits, his steward standing to his left. Elya sits on Moren's right, closest to the head of the table. You're seated opposite her, with Darin on your left.
No food has been brought out yet, and you're not sure if any is going to be. What has been brought out is copious amounts of wine, which Darin seems to be thoroughly enjoying.
A final drink before war, such is the tradition of Krorid.
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