The Golden Phoenix Tavern was just as alive as before, if not more so. The festival was still roaring outside, but here, inside the dimly lit walls of the grandest drinking hall in the city, the celebrations had taken on a new intensity. The tables were lined with plates of food, mugs overflowing with ale and fine wine, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and the occasional burst of laughter.
Jean, grinning from ear to ear, led the charge inside. "Alright, now we party properly!"
Cruzer sighed, already resigned to whatever madness she had planned. Charlotte shook her head, though the small smirk on her face suggested she wasn't entirely against it.
Elara, as always, remained composed, though she made her way toward a quieter corner, where a fresh pot of tea was waiting. "You'll regret this in the morning," she mused as Jean grabbed another drink.
Jean waved her off. "That's future Jean's problem."
