[Oh. So some sort of celebratory, raucous merrymaking, he thinks. He has never attended a gathering of this sort... unless storming a village late in the evening and having demonic creatures burst through a bustling tavern and set it on fire counted in the slightest.]

And what would be the occasion for such celebration? ...If any at all other than to drink oneself into brainless, glassy-eyed oblivion.