Festival...

On the day of the festival, you see the tribe agitated. Things seem to be quickly repaired and people returning to their usual lifestyles, as far as possible after the chaos.

You see night falling as you make your way to Usanna, seeing more people carrying a couple of barrels of drink, and some tribe women preparing the food for the feast. John, so you decided to participate... She mumbles to herself as you approach. Hey... Happy to have you at the festival. She smiles kindly.

She sighs before continuing. ''My people cleaned everything, removing debris and freeing trapped slaves. Unworthy slavery is a mistake after all.'' It's even more curious for you to see that even orcs have an ethical code about slavery, but you don't point that out now.

''If you want to help, I think a couple more arms wouldn't hurt.''

''Well, no problem. Hope there is some good drink though.'' You give an amused smile.

''How could I lift the mood of my people without a good drink? Luckily, we still had some barrels. heh''

You spend some time assisting the orcs in this, noticing that the tribe's streets seem cleaner, you're surprised how civilized the orcs can be in their home.

After a few hours of hard work, soon everyone starts bringing in tables and filling them with exotic foods, and some barrels of drink.

The sun starts to fall, and night comes. Torches are lit throughout the center of the tribe, and music, drink, laughter, loud conversation and the sound of axes begin to take over.