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Dog Clan Summer Moot
I believe I am the only human to ever attend the Summer Moot. There is no official ban on outsiders attending, but I think maybe no one ever thought to. On its face, it’s a mildly controlled riot. Picture a heaving mass of thousands of brown halflings clambering over everything and everyone. The Dog Pile would be a more fitting name to human eyes. Ostensibly the Moot is to settle out hierarchy and make decisions for the coming year that affect the entire clan, but in reality it is every holiday we have in the City all rolled up and shooting off as one. In a single night of the moot, I saw a touching ceremony to the fallen members of the clan, a name day celebration, ceremonial combat, real combat, a fertility ritual, a wedding and the aftermath of what must’ve been one amazing drunken sporting event. Every member Dog, from the freshly born pups to the wizened masters, attends, including the ubiquitous actual dogs. The moot is held fittingly during the “Dog Days” of the long hot months. It was a sight to behold.
From the Field Journal of Phineas J Livingston III – Ch 6: Celebrations of Many People