Tag: mourning x 1

The room was dark and cold, the fire having gone out from inattention. While the porters were good to keep the other rooms toasty, silently slipping into each through the night to bank the fire- places against the chill of a Winter eve. Yet, Greneda's room had been barred, a small sign hung upon the door, “Do not Disturb.”

If any save Kaereah had entered the room the carnage they encountered would have been shocking. Across the floor were puddles of clothing, tables topped with empty bottles of Neal’telore Apple Brandy; drained of the contents and ashtrays full to spilling found home on nearly every surface of the room. It had all the evidence of a party but the chill and the darkness put one in mind more so of a wake.