"Well it depends upon the person. Nobles have grand balls and dinners, masquerades not unlike carnivale during Satinalia, the more modest houses have dinners and gifts and smaller dances. The peasants? Scrape coin together to get the lucky man or woman a birthday whore." Or at least that is what he saw most often, living in a Brothel.

"One day, Araceli, I shall take you to Antiva. And you will weep for the warmth and beauty of my country." Or for other reasons, but he does not yet know them.