A banquet was already underway in Galoria by the time the sun disappeared completely beneath the horizon. What had begun as a formal gathering to welcome the Halfling army had quickly turned into a celebration that seemed to involve nearly the entire clan.
Drums echoed across the uneven landscape while Gnolls danced around several large fires, their movements energetic and unrestrained. Others sat around long wooden tables eating roasted meat, drinking, laughing, and exchanging stories with the Halfling soldiers.
Some of the younger Gnolls had even gathered in an open section of the settlement to wrestle, with the surrounding crowd cheering whenever one managed to throw another onto the ground.
The atmosphere was so lively that it was difficult to believe the same people had been preparing for war only a few days earlier.
