Tonight, the Golden Sail Commerce Association had booked the entirety of the Gilded Siren Restaurant, Tarry Port's finest, for the night.
A magical chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling illuminated the grand hall as bright as day. Light cascaded over every long table, reflecting the brilliant gleam of silver cutlery and crystal stemware.
The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meat, the mellow scent of red wine, and the perfume of the ladies present.
The place was packed, and no one was leaving sober.
Everyone who felt they had played a part in the stunning comeback was there. Their faces, flushed with alcohol and excitement, beamed as they loudly and eagerly recounted their exploits to companions, superiors, and anyone else who would listen.
The banquet was now winding down, and the scene had long since devolved into a chaotic mess.
