They arrived at the AE Forges.
Rowan the manager spotted Selina.
"Hey, Selina!"
"Hey, Rowan. What's up?" Selina stopped the motorcycle beside him.
In the grass field, people were busy building some sort of fair or festival. They lifted the scaffolding and built large wooden structures that seemed too traditional for the current Aeliz.
Rowan pointed to the field, "We're hosting our second Hymn of the Battlefield."
Mater's ears perked up, 'Hymn? Isn't that related to the Fae?'
"What is that?" Selina said.
"Oh. It's just a LARPing event that we do. You want to join?"
"I'll get you back on that later, okay?"
"Sure, Selina. See you later."
Selina drove to the Forge Studio.
Mater's black cat head emerged from her shirt and looked back at the grass field.
'I haven't heard of Hymn of the Battlefield before. But I did hear about a Hymn of War. I wonder if they're related somehow.'
"Something's wrong, Mr. Mater?" Selina said.
"No. Nothing's wrong." The black cat meowed.
