In the ruins of Arcmire’s old arena, beneath the canopy of stars and crumbling stone walls, the people gather for The Cinder Circle. Once an arena where warriors clashed, it now serves as a place for connection, a sanctuary for laughter and warmth. In the heart of the old arena, flames leap and crackle from the great bonfire, casting shadows that dance along the worn, ancient walls.
Around the fire, voices carry tales of past heroics, dreams of new beginnings, and wild imaginings of what might still lie beyond Arcmire’s borders. Cups of krum are raised high, filled and refilled with the strong, spiced drink that brings fire to the belly and courage to the heart. Laughter rings out, softened only by the murmuring embers and the rhythmic beat of makeshift drums and other instruments that summon dancers to their feet.
This is where strangers become friends, and friends become family. Each gathering is a celebration of survival, of resilience, of the small joys that kindle hope in a world rebuilt. Here, surrounded by firelight and the warmth of kinship, the people of Arcmire feel something rare: peace and hope. Just be sure to stay above ground and avoid the tunnels.
