Two full moons, luminous but faint, hung in the sky, attempting to bathe the entire planet in their soft glow. Most creatures, intelligent or otherwise, had retreated to their homes to indulge in sweet dreams. However, a certain goblin tribe in the forest remained wide awake, their boisterous behaviour suggesting some kind of celebration.
A large campfire blazed in the centre of the tribe's encampment, its flames illuminating barrels of already opened alcohol. Most goblins who decided to spend the night outside and fall till they pass out from tiredness indulged freely, didn't hold back, and drank crazily.
