The din in the banquet hall was almost loud enough to tear the roof off the Lord's Mansion.
The noble Knights of Dawn Territory had shed their blood-stained armor for casual clothes and were now carousing around the long tables.
A Knight jumped onto a table, raised his cup high, and bellowed a self-composed battle song, drawing a round of cheers.
"For Grey Marsh Territory! For the Red Leaf Wall!"
"To Baron Velin! Those long-legged octopuses are probably hiding and crying in some ocean trench right now!"
Baron Kroo, his face flushed red, pushed past a drunken colleague. He carried a full goblet of wine as he approached the man of the hour.
Velin sat alone at a small table. There was no wine cup, only a stack of parchment covered in numbers.
It was the casualty and supply consumption report just delivered by the quartermaster. The light from the oil lamp cast a shadow on the side of his face, making him seem completely out of place amidst the surrounding revelry.
