What a gloomy night. Not even air wishes to explore it loudly, yet a group of 40 people who sat by a low camp fire were enjoying the night of a sweet victory.
A young man with a bright presence cheered a toast to surviving up to this night, "My fellow brother in arms, today we celebrate not our victory, but our brotherhood. We have lost many amoung us, yet we will not embrace any grievance until the efforts of our brothers have been met with, in absolute success! We proceed not for revenge, neither for asserting dominance. We only proceed to protect our nation, to nurture it to it's finest. Raise a toast my brothers, to the prosperity of Cavel, and to our brothers."