It is with a disquieted heart that I declare a new battle's eve is upon us. Few moons have passed since we last gathered for such an occassion. While our prior bravery and sacrifice were repaid in victory, I'm afraid we've no time to rest on our laurels. We do, however, have time enough to feast before we heed battle's call. And so, I invite you to join our bearkin for an eve of food, drink, and dance. Let us prepare for tomorrow by celebrating the joys of today. Your humbled Claw, —Stoic Alder