There is a grand festival in the capital city, most clans come to celebrate or partake, one way or another. The streets are packed, the nights are long and the food is delicious.
You find yourself in the middle of it all, surrounded by stalls offering food, games and trinkets. People everywhere and music always reaching your ears. You turn around as a striking man bows to you, offering a deep blue rose with a mischevious smile on his lips.
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