STEEL AND FLESH

THE EFFECT OF WINE

The moon cast a dim, ethereal glow upon the winding corridors of the castle as Lord Mordian stumbled through them, his gait unsteady and his senses dulled by the effects of the feast.

He had indulged in merriment and mirth, losing himself in the revelry of the night.

The flickering torches on the walls danced in his blurred vision as he struggled to find his way to his chambers.

Each step proved to be a challenge, as his legs swayed beneath him. He clung onto the tapestries that adorned the stone walls, his fingertips brushing against the intricate threads as he desperately sought stability.

The distant echoes of laughter and music seemed to meld into a drunken symphony, accompanying his arduous journey.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lord Mordian reached the entrance to his chambers.

He fumbled with the heavy wooden door, his fingers struggling to find purchase on the ornate handle.

With a grunt of effort, he managed to swing the door open, revealing the opulent sanc