To a Glorious Harvest! [Fireside Fall Festival]

Álarr could not have asked for a more beautiful day. It had rained a few nights before but today the morning was clear and cool and the birds were happily singing away as if it were spring. The sun shown down through the trees that lined the gulley. He had set up the main gathering area in a large clearing just on the edge of Fern Gulley and the Algoma Prairie. Originally he'd planned to set up in the Prairie but as they would be holding a hunting competition he decided it would be better to keep the main gathering area out of the way. The plants were less likely to run away.

With the help of Dagrún and Úlfr he laid out a number of furs around a large campfire that Valdís had started. Nearby was a vessel of mulled wine and several small pots of tea. Upon a partially leveled log he'd laid out a spread of smoked salmon, bison jerky, deer sausage, pheasant, and pheasant eggs for those that wanted breakfast before starting or snacks for later.

Once everything was set Álarr howled for the participants to gather so the festival could officially begin.