He went to where the elders seemed to be having fun, bantering and laughing, and sat next to them. The newcomer was quickly spotted, and once the group saw who it was, they all smiled widely, and Cael thrust a mug of what could only be described as bitter malt to him.
With the addition of beer and malt, the group's festivities continued with a joyous atmosphere.
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Dawn painted the sky with hues of gold and rose as the sun slowly ascended above the jagged peaks of the surrounding mountains. Mist clung to the valleys at the foot of the mountain slopes.
The first rays of sunlight had pierced through the clouds when the basin was bustling. They cast long, dancing shadows across the snow-capped peaks.