Lyah and Misha arived at the festival grounds. Music was playing and there was food and drink everywhere.
"Misha what's wrong?" Lyah wondered why Misha had suddenly stopped.
"I think I recognize that guy."
"Who?"
"Over there." Misha pointed out a young man about their age with a large backpack.
"I think that could be Tarvin."
"Could be, it's been years. Hey! Tarvin!" Misha waved.