[i]The gateway had been kept open, while the Trayven army had begun the nightly celebrations on their own, inviting the men and women from the Dojo to join. Alcohol brewed from thick barrels in rivers, cheers and yells ringing out from the crowds of Trayvens and Dojo members. Guards still took over the night duty, though, in preparation for.. anything.[/i] [i]Freya didn't find herself in the crowds, no. Instead, she had slipped in, gotten a shot glass and a filled bottle of wine to accompany it, as she leaned over the ramparts, silently watching the darkening skies. She would stare out to the Dojo, and Dojoville in entirety, drinking silently.[/i]