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chapter 6: celebration

Night had fallen, casting the town square in a warm glow from crystal lamps and mana torches cast by mages spread among the town square. The townsfolk, gathered outside the imposing town hall, shifted nervously on their feet. The air crackled with tense anticipation, interrupted only by the occasional cough or the rustle of a nervous child shifting in their parent's arms. All eyes were fixed on the distant horizon, where a portion of the Iron Guard and the rest of the adventurers left to pursue the retreating horde of goblins.

Suddenly, a commotion broke the tense silence. Adventurers at the edge of the square began shouting, their voices rising in jubilant celebration. "They've returned! The Guild Master and the Iron Guards are back!"

The crowd surged forward, a wave of excitement sweeping through them. Cheers and cries of relief echoed through the night as the adventurers made way for the returning heroes. The Iron Guards, their armor gleaming under the moonlight, marched into the square like imposing figures of iron and muscle. Following them was the Guild Master, her tall and imposing figure, along with the adventurers who had accompanied them on their dangerous chase.

"People of Greenfield!" she boomed, her voice ringing with authority yet laced with warmth. "The goblin threat has been mopped up! The Iron Guard, with the assistance of the brave adventurers who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with them, have driven the filthy creatures back beyond the borders of our kingdom!"

The tension that had gripped the townsfolk for hours evaporated, replaced by a sense of immense relief and gratitude, and a thunderous roar of cheers erupted from the crowd, a wave of pure, unadulterated joy washing over the town square.

The Guild Master raised her hand in silence, a gesture that was met with a gradual quieting of the crowd. "Tonight," she declared, her voice carrying over the hushed whispers, "we celebrate! A grand feast will be held in honor of our valiant defenders, the Iron Guard, and the courageous adventurers who fought with undying bravery! All expenses shall be covered by the guild as a token of our deepest gratitude. Let us raise our voices in merriment and raise a glass to these heroes who have secured our safety!"

The crowd erupted in another wave of cheers, louder and more enthusiastic than before. The adventurers, their faces glowing with pride and relief, pounded each other on their backs, sharing stories of their exploits in hushed tones. The townsfolk, their faces beaming with gratitude, mingled with the heroes of the day, expressing their heartfelt thanks for their bravery.

The taverns so hastily shuttered earlier had flung their doors wide, their windows glowing a warm welcome with flickering crystal lamps. The scent of hastily roasted beef and simmering stew spilled out from homes onto the cobblestone streets, mingling with the heady aroma of ale that freely flowed from overflowing kegs.

A flurry of activity pulsed through the square. Men and women streamed out of their homes, carrying whatever furniture they could muster—chairs, benches, even sturdy crates. Laughter echoed as they jostled for prime positions, transforming the square into a makeshift banquet hall. Children, with their fear forgotten, danced between the bustling adults, their excited squeals adding to the festive air.

Women hurried back and forth with wicker baskets overflowing with freshly baked bread and glistening pastries. The local bakery, having sprung back into action, was doing a roaring trade. The aroma of warm bread and sweet, glazed pies mixed with the scent of roasting meat, creating a symphony of delicious smells that sent stomachs rumbling and mouths watering.

Inside the butcher shops, however, a different kind of celebration unfolded. The butchers worked tirelessly, expertly carving up cuts of meat for the hungry adventurers.

Cassandra, the Guild Master, watched the scene unfold before her with a smile playing on her lips. It was a rare sight to see her stoic features soften, but the genuine gratitude and celebration radiating from the townsfolk was truly heartwarming. Her cold demeanor, honed through years of battling monstrous threats, seemed to melt away in the face of such heartfelt celebration.