C84

It was night. The Deer Roar Tribe was filled with joyous celebration, and every snowy room was lit up. A bright fire came out from the narrow window, warming the snow on the ground. The disk-like moon hung in midair, as if it could be touched with a stretch of its hand.

Drink the wine, then fill it up. The entire clan celebrated as the Deer Roar Tribe was brought down