[Mini Event] the worst is just around the bend

Luxere The songs of the Grounders have lured a medium-sized heard of Luxere to the Temple. They huddle beneath the falling snow, restless and pressed tightly against the warm bodies of their kin. In the dark the perch for the Spark bird stands tall and silent, well-crafted and beautiful adorned thanks to the efforts of many. Inside the boards have been dampened a reasonable amount, as have squeaky doors and the legs of tables and chairs which may have been want to cry out in the silence. But remember, it will all be for naught if and when a door or a window is opened...