Rance left the lantern he’d made with Jigano behind in his room when curiosity led him through a portal and back to the beach. He still wasn’t sure about details of the Festival to come, but the warm sands near the endless ocean was still so strange and foreign that the idea of releasing his lantern there felt wrong. However, coming to see this small version of the event yet to come in the Grounds might give him some idea of what it was life. Not to mention, he’d heard a lot of startling stories from people in their cups at the VlamVloed. Tales of a mountain exploding in fire and covering everything in ash. Of lives and homes saved and the men who helped bring it about.
When he came through the portal, the locals had more details. Both of the disaster — near disaster? — and the event happening down the beach. Jigano’s name came up as one of the infamous saviors and as the organizer of this festival, which only made Rance more curious. He followed a group of Torchliners to where tables and lights were set out, food and the familiar lanterns alone with their components. Like any good festival, if felt as much like the beginnings of a party as it did an occasion. And like any party, the first thing Rance went hunting for was a drink. After that, he’d hunt for the Provost himself, and maybe see if he knew anyone else.
When he came through the portal, the locals had more details. Both of the disaster — near disaster? — and the event happening down the beach. Jigano’s name came up as one of the infamous saviors and as the organizer of this festival, which only made Rance more curious. He followed a group of Torchliners to where tables and lights were set out, food and the familiar lanterns alone with their components. Like any good festival, if felt as much like the beginnings of a party as it did an occasion. And like any party, the first thing Rance went hunting for was a drink. After that, he’d hunt for the Provost himself, and maybe see if he knew anyone else.
