"Rue's to thank, as well! I never seen anyone throw themselves at a celebration like this 'cept the Head Cellarkeeper at the abbey when she was tapping the oldest barrels for the annual Ale-ing and Wassailing competition. You want a rowdy party, give everyone a cauldron of ale they gotta finish afore tromping through town singing their hearts out and hoping to win prettiest singer of the night by the end of it." Mercy shakes her head with a quiet chuckle. Gods she... misses that. She misses the community of it.

"Anyroads, it was fun putting it together. Already talking about a next time, maybe 'round October. And maybe a smaller thing for the summer turning. It's nice getting everyone together and not having something strange or terrible happen. Seems like it's been a spell since we managed that."