Cuba

I do not know what these fireworks are, but the rest of it sounds wonderful, like celebrations in Val Royeaux. The streets are crowded with people singing and dancing and you can hear the bells from the Chantry above everything else. And, of course, everyone is wearing all of the latest fashions; what good is a celebration if you're not looking your best, after all?

[Her voice sounds wistful and she gets a far away look in her eyes.]

Perhaps we should have a celebration of our own. We have survived the new year here, and you have a revolution to commemorate.