The bittersweet taste of victory. The battle was long and left the men weary but not weary enough to prevent them from partying and partake of the toxicity of the red wine. Flutes blow in rhythms and the bards played wholeheartedly that pleased their ears as they intoxicate themselves. The melody of the suki horn and lute, Ah! always remember that. At the expense of wining and dining, some men buried the dead and pay their last respects. There was a toast to all the brave men and women that had fallen during battle. The men of Eden always know how to party and how to use roots in making their gins. Eden was known for it's best wine and roots but Brewmanner had always been a close rival. It shared borders with Meerlin. Being a small city they weren't revered as their larger counterpart. Even so the country men had fled to the east, after Southern Meerlin fell, others to Greyden and Eden hoping to return home one day.