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The air was thick with the aroma of wood, and a gentle breeze rustled through the branches. Around a flickering ember pit, friends converged, each with a tankard in hand, overflowing with ale. The evening was crisp, but the music was hot, filling the air with a raucous energy. It was the kind of night where spirits soared, and stories emerged li