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The room was filled with music and laughter. People gathered round the banquet table eating and drinking merrily. The food was plentiful and well cooked. There was wild boar roasted to a golden brown crisp, goose stuff with vegetables, lamb chops in gravy, tender steaks cooked just right, and platters of vegetables and potatoes all around. The table was overflowing with food and even though everyone had eaten their fill, the food was undiminished. Servant girls moved expertly between the guests filling their goblets with wine so that no cup was empty. It was merrily night and there was much cause to celebrate. The war ended, the enemy defeated, it was the beginning of a new era of peace. Their army was invincible, their modest numbers killing the Warlock Lord and driving the enemy deep into the icy north to meet certain doom. There was much to celebrate.

Only one person doubted this victory. She had seen it in her dreams, the Warlock Lord still lives. He cannot be so easily defeated. Lifting her dress to her knees, she walked hurriedly to the banquet hall. There were no guards at the palace gates nor at the door to the hall, they were all celebrating their grand victory. Fools, she thought. Pushing the door open, she was hit by the scent of food and wine, mixed with smoke from the many torches. Briskly she walked between the drunken men towards to head of the table where the king sat laughing heartily. He was big man with a muscular torso. He still wore chain mail underneath his shirt and a dagger strapped to his belt. His beard was long and grey, as was his hair.....