In the evening, the inhabitants of Centaur Village gathered around the altar. They were all in "formal attire" (not exactly magnificent clothes, but headbands, pendants, armbands, anklets, and tasseled belts). They stretched from the town center to the outskirts, with somber expressions and quiet resolve, as if waiting for something.
Bartlett and the others, as outsiders to the clan, stood on the outermost edge of the crowd. Due to the towering stature of the Centaur Clan in comparison, aside from the advantage of the Barbarian's height and the little mage who could fly, the other three had no view of the central region.
"What are they doing?" asked Red Crab, attempting to peek at the altar over the heads of the crowd, "Are they hosting a dance party? This seems too dreary. At least they should sing some songs... If they're too bashful to start, I could be the ice-breaker with 'Joyous Youth'. Guaranteed to warm up the atmosphere."
