Just a face in the crowd. Nothing more, nothing less. Dressed like a famer he walked among the people, enjoying the festival. If someone followed him with his eyes, he sometimes would be able to see a glimmer of gold in the man’s hair. Next to a market stall filled with sweets, he saw a man hugging a girl and a boy. The girl was wearing a golden ring and the boy was holding a goat. A man walking with the step of a hunter passed him. Someone stormed through the people next to him. A little girl accompanied by a little boy ran through an alley. For a moment the voice of a rather pompous man sounded above the music, shouting at some villagers. The old priest was still sitting high above the rest of the people. A man was drinking next to the largest pyre. This were just a few of the images of the evening. He enjoyed this festival, watching the people of this town from a distance. Walking among them, smiling with them. He wished the other ones would keep it this peaceful.