Before the celebration even begins, people are already drinking freely, the stifling atmosphere of recent days seemingly swept away.
Most of those boasting loudly are the explorers among the Invokers, adventurers dressed variously, hailing from many different regions. Dwarfs and Elves were rarely seen in this area in the past, but the Invokers have brought about a different change.
There are even tall half-Giant descendants, standing over two meters tall, towering over the crowd, silently holding a helmet while discussing with the blacksmith in the shop.
Additionally, farmers and farmwives from the surrounding areas have poured in, all donned in new, thick skirts and wearing flamboyant hats, adding a bit of festive atmosphere. Natives gathered together, talking amongst themselves, their voices buzzing, only occasionally pierced by the sharp whistle of the City Defense Force, cutting through the crowd like a sharp sword.
That's when people finally gave way to form a path.
