We've arrived

By midday, the distant strains of music and the tantalizing aroma of grilled meats signaled our approach to the festival grounds. A sprawling meadow came into view, adorned with colorful banners fluttering in the breeze and bustling with activity.

"We've arrived," Arawn announced, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

As we rode closer, the energy of the festival enveloped us. Laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the scent of roasted meats, sweet pastries, and fragrant spices. Stalls lined the edges of the meadow, offering everything from food and drink to games and trinkets.

"Welcome to the Festival of Whimsy!" a cheerful voice called out. A man dressed in bright, colorful clothing approached us, his face split by a wide grin. "I'm Bartleby, the festival coordinator. We're delighted to have you here."

"Thank you, Bartleby," I said, dismounting my horse and handing the reins to a nearby attendant. "We've been looking forward to this."