The following day Cygnus woke up and stepped out from his tent to stretch and perhaps to have some coffee or tea. He had his hands stretched out to the sky when a thought resounded in his mind. He looked around and saw that the soldiers who were awake were looking at him with a grin.
He frowned and wondered what happened so when he read their minds he was a bit taken aback. Yes, he remembered drinking beer and using his magic. He looked in the direction of where the majestic tents of the heroes were supposed to be standing and saw that there was nothing.
There was also black powder on the ground which he suspected was the ashes from last night. Instead of regretting what he did, he even looked proud because of it. Now all he could see on that side were humble makeshift abodes.