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The whole village celebrates for the entire evening.  There is dancing and music with improvised instruments, mostly flutes and percussions.  There is good food, gathered in a hurry through snares and traps by hunters who felt they were safe for a few hours.  Most of all, there is good humour for the first time in a long while.  Children are running and playing around the camp and lovers are enlacing tenderly.  Many villagers, some very young, gave the heroes token of their appreciation; small wooden carved figurines or modest metalwork.  A young woman of about fifteen offered a particularly tasteful rose shaped hairpin made of crude iron.  The celebrations go on into the night.
Suddenly the night lights up and a ghostly apparition fills the sky above the village.  The head of a man appears hundred of yards in the air, looking down on the village as if it was a ant hill.  He is appears coldly beautiful and cruel. 
		
		
	
	
   
-''Congratulations on your victories, mortals.  I am Ethan Severus, the Lord of this game preserve.
I want to congratulate the intruders for their bold victory.  I am impressed.  It took some magic before I even learned your names.  I speak of the warrior known only to me as Max, bold and courageous.  I speak of the young lady Haruka who is a woman after my own heart, not afraid to make dangerous deals to achieve what must be achieved, and I speak of the wizard Ashir, clever and cool headed even in the face of adversity.
I feel honor bound to reward your bravery and skill.  I offer you the chance to leave this preserve.  I even offer you the chance to join me as vassals, but if you are not thus inclined, I understand and will let you be on your way.  You have earned as much.
I mourn with you the passing of Raiko, proud and virtuous knight from the Jadite kingdom.  He fought bravely.  You will, I hope, understand that I cannot offer the same to the sinister agency that took over your friend's body.  I must destroy it.  As for the village, it has to be razed and the preys must resume their duty.
I hope you will be reasonable and accept my generous offer.  I will not offer again and the next attack shall be overwhelming.  I expect your answer tomorrow night.
And on this note, have a nice evening.''
The apparition disappears and the night is again dark.  This time, so is the mood as the villagers huddle together, optimism gone.