As the banquet wound down, the glow of the mana crystals dimmed slightly, signaling the transition into the later hours of the evening.
Cruzer leaned back in his chair, savoring the last bite of an exquisitely spiced wyvern steak.
The contentment in the room was palpable, yet beneath the surface, the subtle hum of anticipation lingered—an unspoken understanding that the night's festivities were a temporary reprieve.
Charlotte stood, raising her glass. "To old friends and new allies," she declared, her voice filled with warmth. "May this be the first of many gatherings in Eryndor's halls."
The group echoed the toast, glasses clinking together in a harmonious chime. As the drinks flowed, conversations continued to weave through the evening.
Cruzer felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Reinhardt, his calm demeanor softened by the camaraderie of the night.
