Prompt: Party
The impromptu party in concert with the plummeting temperatures convinced the wayward Crime Sorciere guild to set up shop in the former dark guild's lair. It had considerable winter stores already, easy access to water, and provided adequate shelter. There was the matter of the pervasive damp in the cavern, but that was manageable with a little effort.
Macbeth didn't really care for the cavern, but he'd lived in plenty of worse places than this, even if the damp stone walls did bring back memories he'd rather forget.
But he wasn't exactly the only one there with those memories.