Rarely one to avoid an opportunity to meet new people, Godric headed down to the lake when he heard that there was some sort of celebration going on. Standing on the perimeter of the group, he scouted out for any faces he might yet recognize, but it seemed as though he was out of luck. Oh well. Godric tended to make friends wherever he went, and apparently, most of that work had already been done for him here, and by himself, no less! That made it easier.
"For the gods so loved their people, that they spared the alcohol in a demonic attack!" he joked to the person standing nearest him, as he watched the night begin to unfold.