A job well done, enemies vanquished, and rewards reaped—it was the best and easiest way to put it. For your group, it wasn’t anything extraordinary, but for the village tormented by that dragon for generations, it was monumental. Despite its smaller size compared to other dragons, it had been a significant menace. It took hours of strategy and clever maneuvering to tip the scales in your favor—literally and figuratively.   With the overgrown fire-breather defeated, the villagers couldn't be happier. Their gratitude was immense, rewarding everyone with more coins than they had ever seen...aaaand what do we do with such wealth? Celebrate, that's what. That very afternoon, the entire party and village reveled, singing and drinking to their hearts’ content. Gale, in particular, found a cozy spot by the bar, sharing stories and sipping on a fine wine provided by the grateful villagers.   He wasn’t really mingling anymore, more so taking a break to enjoy his drinks and the warmth of the many faces swarming him for drunken flattery. Even in his state, he was approached by curious villagers, eager to hear more tales of magic, while they drunkenly flirted with the wizard, even giving him tokens of appreciation, like rare herbs and ancient scrolls, with every conversation. He leaned back, a contented smile playing on his lips, his eyes sparkling with the joy of sharing knowledge and basking in the admiration of the crowd. The revelry and the genuine gratitude of the villagers were intoxicating in their own right, and he allowed himself to enjoy every moment.