The celebration was in full swing, and the sanctuary buzzed with life. Everywhere Canna looked, there were groups of people engaged in lively conversation, recounting stories of the recent war with animated gestures. Some were reenacting their most daring moments on the battlefield, while others were comparing the scars they had earned as badges of honor. The air was thick with laughter, the sounds of clinking glasses, and the rhythmic beat of drums played by a group of beastkin who had turned one corner of the gathering into an impromptu dance floor.