The battle was over, at least for now. The night was lit by hundreds of fires. People celebrating the victory, drinking together, mourning those who had fallen to make the great dream come true: the end of Ankor Mortis.
A fire was burning at the camp of Zweiwasser and Gorasia too this night and bottles of port and stronger spirits were being handed around. Balor rose from his seat to give the traditional blessing for the fire of community.
"... for tonight, we are all simple men here at this fire. Even the women", the Ash Knight concluded, smiling at those gathered here, Jarnsfolket and Gorasians, Dragon Guard and adepts of the Academy, knights and commoners. All as one. Balor sat down again and the celebration continued. Here and there, people were deep into conversations, speaking animately at the flickering fire.