It’s not everyday that they get to celebrate like this.

Around them, the tavern is lively with music and dance and laughter. There’s, of course, a few bar brawls here and there but nothing so substantial that it matters.

Alongside you, Jester has pulled Beau into a dance. She’s laughing maniacally as Beau situates herself along with the blue tiefling.

In this moment, there is only warmth. Joy, happiness, love and warmth.

Your companions are enjoying themselves accordingly, as well. Fjord and Yasha sit together in the midst of what seems to be a drinking competition. Next to them, Caleb is laid back against the booth with his newest tome in hand. Nott is seemingly carving (most likely inappropriate) drawings into the wooden table top.

The sight alone makes your heart swell. We all need this, you think to yourself.

You’re pulled to the present, abandoning your thoughts, when Mollymauk approaches you from the dancing crowd of patrons.

“You seem terribly bored, my dear,” he bows at the waist, offering you a hand, “humor me?”