The day had passed, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, the sanctuary came alive with anticipation. It was time for the gathering, the second one since the sanctuary had been established. This wasn't just any gathering; it was a celebration of their victory, a night to remember the struggle they had endured and the triumph they had achieved.
The forest surrounding the sanctuary was aglow with vibrant hues. Soft, twinkling lights danced among the trees, casting a gentle, warm light over the area. The breeze was cool and soothing, carrying with it the scents of flowers and fresh earth, mingling with the aroma of food being prepared. The sanctuary's inhabitants, from the hardworking dwarves who maintained the structures to the beastkin who helped protect the grounds, were all present, ready to share in the joy of the occasion.
