The evening begins and ice crystals sparkle under the moonlight.
It is a fairy-tale atmosphere. Peace and reverie fill the village square.
As the last song plays, the community which let the evening fade away in the glow of the campfire leaves the square to return to their homes.
The adventurers are invited to spend the night in the Town Hall before they retreat to their accommodation.
For a while, soft rumbles about the festivities echo in the room.
They all miss their home and with wistful smiles on their lips when they finally fall asleep.
*beep, beep, beep...*
Sleepy, Orowa rubs his eyes.
"People, the rooster, crows, we must... People?" Confused, he looks around. "Where did everybody go? Wait... Where am I?"
Completely baffled, he jumps up and looks around.
Old, damp walls surround him and the beeping that woke him up comes from an alarm clock.
"Spooky-Hilda... I am with auntie. The adventures, the group - it was all just a dream?"
Stunned, he walks back and forth. He stumbles over something lying on the ground.
"What's this!?", he mutters. "I knew it, after all... I had taken it with me for auntie. It was not a dream after all?"