It was early spring in Trench, so it was much warmer than usual. The spring festival among the banditos was in full swing. For a whole week you could see decorations, costumes and preparations for the festival, turning the camp into a rich yellow spot in the middle of the Trench forests.

Torchbearer didn't waste his time either. Despite his usual commanding and reserved behavior, he was a different person during the festivals and celebrations. And not to mention the cost of a couple of shots of alcohol...

In general, he also prepared himself, sewing the lower part of his trousers, full of unattached yellow and green ribbons hanging down. In a dance or with a sharp squat, they look especially magnificent. Then a couple of fangs and claws of particularly ferocious wild animals on his neck to show the status and two yellowish stripes under each eye.

The sun was about to set, and the banditos began to light huge fires, around which children ran, their faces symbolically painted. Torchbearer walked measuredly, unhurriedly, the ribbons shaking with every step, and the trophies dangling from his naked torso.

Some girls looked at him, laughed and elegantly beckoned him with their hands, charming smiles and shiny eyes, but Torch was unwavering, continuing on his way. The festival of course acquired a couple of other meanings besides spring, for example love and blossoming and all that, but...Torchbearer was the leader after all, he couldn't distract himself with that.