She hummed as we left the path and walked through The Matriarch’s Sanctum. The Veela were quick to set up for the feast. Tables were set up across the grounds of the conclave. Stands filled with various fruits, vegetables, and meats all scattered around the grounds. Near the center was a large tent set up with barrels of what I assume was wine. Veela flitted to and fro; grabbing food, wine, and conversing with others. Motes of light hung in the air to illuminate the basin in the dark night. The sound of music lifted into the air as a minstrel band set up and started to play a happy tune. 