>>23675712> The ritual continues with the feast.— Horns of mead and ale are passed around —
Each warrior drinks, letting the warmth coat his chest, binding him to the oath he has spoken.
> The boar is carved;meat is handed around, shared, eaten with reverence and celebration.
There is laughter, clashing of tankards, and the low hum of chants once banned, once feared, now alive again.
Songs long silenced by foreign edicts echo in the hall, accompanied by the ringing of lutes, flutes, and drums;
instruments that strike the heart as much as the ears.
Eyes shine. Hands raise. Voices chant together, sometimes answering each other across the hall.
> There is no subservience to fear, no denial of the body or spirit.There is only the unity of self, of community, of gods, intertwined.
Each man knows that the oath he swore is witnessed by every soul present — that honor and accountability are shared, not imposed.
> The spirit rises higher as night stretches on.Each laugh, each song, each shared bite of meat reinforces the bonds of trust and courage.
Motivation burns in every chest, as alive and real as the fire that warms them.
Here, the self is honored, the gods are honored, the community is honored — all in perfect, vibrant unison.
No one is lesser, no one is enslaved, yet all are bound together by something stronger than law or edict.
> Here is living faith, living courage, living human spirit. 
