Let the Festivities Begin

They all knew that the festival was coming and they all did their part. Even Merrick. The purple brute had procured quite a bit of meat for the festivities. Many different types of game littered the tables beneath the standing tent. Venison, bison, rabbit, quail. Lots of stuff. He'd done his part. Pulled his weight. Family was worth it.

With Keelin in tow, the giant purple man found a suitable spot to rest, sprawled out on one of the big bison furs laid out for the revelers. The man gave a nod to his little sister and flashed a grin towards his nieces and nephew before looking to Keelin with a pointed glance. A good mate would fetch him some food and drink and he hoped that she knew that. He paid no attention to anyone else, especially the sulking caped blob in the corner.

"Merrick Mendacium"