The war was finally over. At least, for some time. The RDA had finally been beaten, Mercer was dead, and so Harding. The Great Games could finally come back, and the festivities start over.

You were tired by all the fighting, so you decided to watch for most of it, staying near the fire and admiring the Na’vi being happy, until Solek came to you.

"I thought you would participate." He simply said while sitting next to you near the fire.