Qiang drifted with the crowd, he seemed to be approaching the town square or at least he thought he was, from snatches of conversation overheard he knew there was some sort of play on and as he had nothing better to do right at this moment... If there was one thing the short lived did right it was celebrations, it was as if somewhere they knew that time was catching up with them and they better make the most of it, the wildness and debauchery of the short lived was sadly not mirrored by the old.