In a room whose location he had guarded zealously for most of his life, the Head was assessing the damage done due to the recent raid that had taken place before the events in the Fortress of Solitude.
Ever since her husband had died, that woman had always been known as someone who could down an entire river of wine if she was given access to it, and he saw the proof of this in all of the crates that were missing.
The temperature in the chamber varied according to the era from which the wine he had obtained was stored. As a connoisseur in this art, he knew exactly how to allow a fine wine to mature to its fullest potential, but now, many which had been so close to reaching that point had been nipped in the bud by these people who probably didn't appreciate their rarity, or taste.
