As the sun begins to descend into the horizon, festivities are being set up. You see an bearded man whose pink hair has started to turn silver, you overhear him talking to a family. “Sorry travelers, no young children allowed tonight.”
After they leave, you go up to the man and ask why. “Ah, t’is a tale of the rage of the Moon Goddess being separated from the Sun God. That is why children are kept in their tents with the elders, leaving the rest of the tribe to do a dance to console Her.”
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