Viscount Baker sat at the head of the table, frequently raising his cup.
Flames blazed in the fireplace, bathing the mounted deer head and crossed flags on the wall in a warm, red glow.
On the long dining table, a whole roasted sheep sizzled, dripping with fat and exuding a rich aroma. This scent mingled with the mellow notes of ale and the fragrance of wine, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
The Knights had shed their daily Armor, trading it for more comfortable attire. The Mercenaries were even more unrestrained, boisterously playing drinking games and sending sprays of ale flying.
Viscount Baker sat in the seat of honor, his cheeks flushed with alcohol and excitement.
He raised the silver-inlaid Cow Horn Cup in his hand high, his resounding voice overpowering the din.
"Warriors! For the peace of Red Maple Castle, and for our great victory! Drain your cups!"
"Cheers!"
