Garston stepped out into the largest room of his mansion, dressed in his finest garb, a glass of wine in one hand. Â He smiled to all those who gathered there, men and women of all ages, for they came to celebrate with him this momentous occasion.
Everything went according to plan. Â He got back his lost property, he got the name of the one who killed Ophianne, he broke Kayle Delwyn, the leader of the Driftwood Company, and took his armor as a trophy. Â The highlander's eyes moved to land on the armor that sat proudly on display in the room and he smiled.
Yes. Â Everything was going his way perfectly.
He nodded to the man near the doorway, and the large highlander swung a hammer to strike a large bell. Â The crowd's chatter came to silence as they all turned towards Garston. Â He smiled, moving to step up onto a decorated crate one of his servants brought out.
"Greetings and welcome to my humble abode, my friends. Â Tonight is a glorious celebration! Â Stolen property has been regained and a blight upon Eorzea has been thrown back into it's dark hole!"
A cheer went up among the crowd as he continued. Â "Please, partake of the food and drink, for tonight we celebrate!"
