The night was destined to be festive as declared by the Moon Elf Lord.
The atmosphere is as pleasant as it should be. Friends talking to friends. And laughter fosters positive feelings between the different clans of the Amber Forest.
As per usual, the venue of festivities is in the open field where the seats and tables are randomly placed yet they are positioned so that people sitting in the opposite tables can freely interact with each other.
All of these are according to the guide made by the Moon Elf Lord.
However, if there is something that is different from the Moon Elf Lord's setting, then it is how seamless the supposed cooperation of the fourteen clans is.
"Wow… that is a lot," that is the only reaction Luis could give upon seeing the wide array of dishes occupying the long rectangular table designated for him.
He was with his usual company, Legland, Nicol and Olyn but this time, he asked the patriarchs to share their meals with him.