A glorious and burning bonfire roared with flames near the town's square. The mercenaries danced and sang around it, celebrating the start of the Gathering.
They used broken furniture and old wooden crates as fuel to feed the fire. Those had no use either way, so they might as well use them to light up the night and keep warm.
It was a big party. Everyone mingled with each other, sharing stories and laughter throughout the night. They drank, ate delicious barbecue, and danced under the stars.
The start of the Gathering was just a few hours away. No one bothered to go to sleep. The excitement was palpable in the air.
The Crimson Hounds arrived at the party. They had their own small party in their living quarters while waiting for their young genius to wake up.
Now, he was awake, and well, the chill on his bones was long gone, and he also joined them for the festivities.
