The meeting hall was in a discordant uproar, though the tone was definitely more merry than sour. The summer feast was upon the castle. Lords and dignitaries from the land came to share a meal with The King and his family, a rare occasion outside of these solstice events, so everyone in attendance made sure to make it worth their time.
Bell stood off to the side, listening in to the idle chatter of those serving the audacious meal. The two they were tuned into the moment were complaining about Lord Marian and how he had asked for a new cup of wine every time they passed during the serving of the current course. One of them pointed him out at the table and even Bell could see he was in the throes of a drunken rabble with those nearby.