▹▹▹▹ No matter what culture or group of people you were a part of, festivals and celebrations were always at the heart of it. Traditions, especially, were a matter of importance to many, and for Kit, who had seldom spent this much time with a single group of people since his time as a boy growing up with his parents, it seemed of all the more important now. He hadn't exactly been capable of sneaking around to put everything together, given the scale of everything, but he had managed to put together a long table of food, some crafts for the children, a few games, drinks, and a small crackling hearth with some pieces of paper and a pen, intended to write down wishes for the future, or regrets, to cast them away and begin anew. It was only when everything was done, and he now sat at the side of the table, (reserving the head of the table for Agathe or anyone else who felt it proper to sit there), he looked over the fresh prey and some of the sweets and breads that had been prepared, some with help from the NPCs.

Then, he took a slow breath in as he glanced around, "Gather, for a feast, or for something to occupy yourselves with. Come share what you are thankful for, and spend time with one another," his call was simple, leaving it at that, and those who approached could gather the rest of the context for themselves.