Ulwei, of course, will remain in the mansion, since the last thing anyone wants to see at the celebration is a hobgoblin, especially one still sympathetic to the broken Horde. Daminor and Maura leave their room together, he in a fine leather vest, a silk shirt beneath, she in a flowing, and surprisingly low-cut green dress, looking rather more feminine than usual. Cerul chose a silken blouse and trousers, a bit more conservative than her half-sister, but still attractive.<br/><br/>The feast is fairly unimpressive, especially compared to the Heroes' Feasts they've had, in the mansion (unless he provides one here!), but the crowd is lively, and happy to be alive, after the great battle. Talk has spread, very quickly, though the city, of the miracle in the market square, and, a couple hours into the meal, Cerul pokes him, playfully. "Can you believe that? Someone's out in the city, proclaiming you a god. And, while he was speaking, the street repaired itself!" He can see the gears, starting to click in her mind. "That... that's funny... isn't it?"