The old head priest sat on his high chair as he looked down on the festivities. 
He smiled when he saw the young girls dance. He snickered when he saw the young men stand by the side, daring each other to go dance with the girls or boasting who had the best gift. Mayor Vizlin marched by. The old priest nodded politely. The man always seemed to make a point out of showing everyone who was in charge here. Still the priest didn't mind. He watched contently as the villagers trickled in. Enjoying the excitement they brought. He could almost feel energy return to his brittle bones.

The smell of roasted meat and fresh wine filled the evening. The warm summer breeze ran trough the few gray hairs left on his head.
Such a nice evening for a party it was. It almost calmed his worries. It had been a long time since he'd had visions so dire.
There was something coming, he knew that much. Only the gods know what. But whatever it will be, whatever will come. Travels End will have champions to save it.
The citizens of Travels End loved their gods with all their beings, and the old priest had faith that the gods loved them.

The old priest turned to see Lod, who was sitting by the fire with a drink.
He slowly descended from his high chair and walked over to the man he'd known when he was a child to sit down next to him.
"It's going to be a special night tonight. Many people with great hopes and plans. What about you Lod."