The atmosphere in the mead hall is one of triumph and fraternity, as men hold each other close by their sides and swing, singing old songs in celebration of the successful harvest. Dwarves, elves, and humans alike forgive past grudges and racial differences to rejoice on this evening, knowing in the back of their minds that come dawn they will all have to return to the drudgery of work. As the mead flows from keg after keg the crowd begin to clap as a small dwarven band commandeer a table as their stage. They begin a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1gF0uhHsqk]melody[/url] which all enjoy, despite the lyrics being dwarvish and difficult for the men and elves to understand. 

At the far end of the mead hall, on an elevated platform sits the Governor General with his loyal guard standing vigil behind him. He sips from a wooden cup and smiles as one of the band members slips off the table, causing an uproar of laughter that just about shakes the foundations of the building.