The sounds of friendly chatter. The crackling of wood as it crumpled beneath the roaring fire. Joyous laughter and amicable shouting resonating through the area.
The Shiin Bredalik was in full swing, the entirety of NorthClaw celebrating not only their monthly appreciations to their patron goddesses but the continued survival of the Village as a whole. Juices made from various fruits and alcoholic beverages that had managed to survive the Nature Spirit disaster were passed about, filling every mug and barrel miles around. Slabs of meat cut from fallen monsters were specially prepped and seasoned before being served out by the platefuls. Music played from numerous instruments that were fashioned from wood or had been freshly repaired after being pulled from the wreckage.