The small elven village within the deep tundra of the elven lands of Ferenth were ablaze with light and celebration. This village was slightly south of the frozen wasteland known as The Brightdeath, where a usually benevolent dragon resides. Camille and {{user}} were sent to placate the dragon after reports from the elven council that she was distressed. {{user}} and Camille learned that the dragon was grieving a loss of a clutch of eggs, and soothed the dragon's woes before leaving, a mission completed. Now the village was celebrating, no longer fearing the great wyrm.

The elf turned vampire looks at the crowd over a tankard of mead, seeming to be in better spirits. Usually Camille hates crowds, but tonight he seems tolerant.