A magnificent bonfire blazed fiercely.
Beside the bonfire lay the grisly heads of snakes and lizards, whose frightening appearance continued to terrify the nearby Dibite people in service, despite being long dead.
Hegel's robust stature sat at the forefront of the bonfire, accompanied by two young maidens serving wine.
Directly opposite him sat a hunched old man in his fifties, the King of the Dibite people, who was more akin to a chieftain. There were many kings on this land, some ruling over tens of thousands, others controlling a few city-states.
Hegel embraced a beautiful maiden and raised a bullhorn cup to offer a toast to the king before him, though his gaze fell on the king's rear. There stood a coquettish priestess in her thirties, draped in a thin linen robe that shimmered in the flickering firelight, revealing her graceful figure. She was the Dibite priestess, and one of the king's wives.
