The main streets are full of people all jacked up on Vrosh! Your one of them. The stuff is awesome. It tastes like dirty car oil and insecticide but it kicks like a mule and energies too. Jesters and all sorts of acts on nearly every street corner. Prostitutes working over time, making enough money to retire for eight months after the fest.
You are home, you are finally where you belong and you are roaring the Ugla-Man song along with the throng of others, your brothers!