Just Another Day

With evening coming on, it was time for another grand supper. Thick stews, breads, vegetables that had been chopped, fried, or simmered, roasted and smoked meats, jams, jellies, pies, wines, ciders, and more good eatin' than could be found in the rest of the Fernwick territory.

"And what's a good supper without a little music?" laughed one fellow and he pulled out a stringed instrument. He began to play and sing humourous songs making light of the misfortunes of life, one of the crowd favorites being of the hunter who went out without his breeches and came to regret it. An area cleared and young and energetic Kurach danced and flirted with each other.

As the night wore on, a sombre mood fell over the attendants. Tomorrow was the big day when the games would begin. Within a week it would be known who had the most right to the Nyre, and if the Sylvans would reunite or remain divided forever.

Should the Imperials win, it was clear they would then work to drive the Ferals completely out of the Nyre and claim both forests for themselves.

Should the Ferals win, only the rebel Imperials would be welcome to stay. However, the Ferals had no dreams of conquest, much less a taste for the bitter cold of the north-lying Eor, and would not seek to drive out the Imperials.