Moon Feast.
It was one of the important annual festivals on the Aifala Continent, held in the Moon of Decay, when the bitter winter was drawing near.
On this day every year, people prayed beneath the shroud of moonlight for their departed loved ones and hoped to endure the harsh winter to come.
Of course, because the festival itself had an extremely long history, and because the Aifala Continent was vast beyond measure, the specific customs related to the festival had long since changed under the influence of different races' lifestyles, geography, climate, and many other factors.
For example, some held processions along the road from the cemetery to the town, scattering bone fragments mixed with phosphorus powder along the way under a priest's guidance to lead lost souls back to their homeland;
grown men changed into new clothes and lay in snow pits they had dug themselves to mourn the dead, while their wives and families stood on either side and tossed pine branches into the pits in blessing.
It was said that far from civilization, out on the savage wilderness filled with fierce winds and the roars of beasts, those outcasts rejected by society—marginal folk draped in long hair, with sharp ape-like fangs—would spend more than half a month venturing into dangerous regions to hunt in honor of this festival.
Then, on the night of Moon Feast, they would offer the flesh, scales, and feathers of the strongest and most beautiful prey they could find to their mother goddess as sacrifices.
As a large city with a massive population and flourishing commerce, Newm naturally held corresponding celebrations as the festival approached.
Even the destitute commoners in the Slums, for whom filling their stomachs was already a problem, would not be stingy with the Copper Coins in their hands