[SEASONAL EVENT] stepping in the right direction

vervain It was over. And by all the gods, Old or New, they had survived it. Not all of them, of course, and that was a pang of loss felt all across the Sanctuary, Vai thought. Still - whether in memory of those who had fallen or for the hope of something brighter for those who remained, it was time to pick up the pieces. The Rathskeller seemed almost eerily quiet now that the several dozen inhabitants had left for good. With their leaving, Vai had shut the place for a day or so to give them time to clean up and clear out after LongNight. She had already disposed of any broken glasses or crates and had made a (long, long) list of the things she needed to replenish and replace. Still, as she began to clean down the tables, her mind was clearly elsewhere. Upstairs, in fact. With the Infirmary.