Gray Stone Fortress · Ackman's command study.
The night is like iron, the wind howls through the gaps in the stone walls.
The flickering firelight casts the magical beast heads on the wall into a sinister and horrifying display; originally, these decorations were meant to showcase Ackman's martial prowess and deterrence.
But now, these shriveled wolf heads and snow bear teeth seem to be grinning wildly, mocking the two living beings clinging to life inside the room.
The ground is a mess, expensive wine bottles are rolling everywhere, a pungent mix of strong alcohol and burnt smell akin to vomit fills the air.
Bart is curled up by the fireplace, like an old dog stripped of all courage.
He clutches a bottle of Ackman's treasured spirits, his hands trembling like dead branches in the wind, choking with every sip.
"That... that's not..." His teeth chatter, voice cracking.
