Chapter 3
The next day, I woke to find Sylvain pouring ale into two mugs and a plate of savory beef pasties set out on the kitchen table awaiting us for breakfast.
“You must have had quite the night,” my brother remarked, and placed a mug before me without spilling a drop.
My throat cried out with thirst and I reached for the mug. “For once, I’ll agree.” I answered before bringing the mug to my mouth and drinking. Once I’d drunk my fill, I put the mug down and took a beef pasty from the plate before me. “We celebrated Duir’s pending coronation, and I drank among the savages he calls friends.”
“Aye, but you are no stranger to the savage lands of Duir’s palace. You played with many of his consorts from childhood. You know well the vices in which they partake.”
“Agreed again,” I answered
