Duncan strode in and stood directly next to the Mother of Great Bliss.
"Begin."
The Mother of Great Bliss looked Duncan up and down, gazing at his attire, her eyes resting on his sword, showing no displeasure, only signaling to Vera and others nearby.
Clearly, in her view, Duncan had not yet fully integrated into the ideology of the Joyous Sect.
Nor had he deeply understood the pleasures of hedonism.
The Joyful Priests began to chant, while outside the Divine Hall Guards drew their swords, tossing several weapons to the ground; simultaneously, beautiful Joyful Priestesses approached on both sides, chanting and covering these weapons with fresh flowers.
During this season, many flowers were hard to come by.
The flowers used in this ritual were conjured up by Druids and Mages at a cost, and enhanced with spells to keep them vibrant and lively.
Waves of enchanting melodies filled the air.
