This night, a huge bonfire was lit on the farm, and Dal himself hunted two roasted whole pigs in the gourmet area, paying out of his own pocket to bring back several carts of fine wine.
Amidst the intermingling of fire and alcohol, the long-suppressed emotions of the people finally were released; insults, shouts, and cries swirled around, entangling the most complex of emotions.
The next day, the training of the Fran Guard began.
Here, everyone's situation was different; some had never experienced combat, some had learned a move or two, and some were seasoned adventurers whose ranks were not high.
For those who had never encountered combat or had little combat experience, Dal would teach them the most basic combat stances, only considering taking them into the Dungeon for actual combat once they were familiar.
As for those with combat experience, they would enter the Dungeon to earn souls to level up.
The fires and souls of the Sain Dungeon really brought hope to the weak.
