Northstar Vale daimort

The corner of leathery lips pulled upward to mold the foundation of a guileless smile, so true and authentic in it's nature that he felt the very tension in his muscles relax at her words.

"Perhaps the court should hold a tourney once settled, a way to celebrate and fill the caches" he suggested, silently wondering if the court's ruler had any festivities in mind for the future. Whether it be for when the earth stopped it's rumbling or the court's founding, Dagwood believed a celebration was to be held. They had made it this far after all, so why not memorialize it in a day of revelry?