Night, at an inn.
Countless candles were extravagantly lit, a group of wandering knights seemed to be holding a banquet.
A minstrel strummed his accordion, singing a magnificently heroic poem.
The streetwalkers held their wine cups, occasionally flirting with the knights.
The smell of deliciously roasted capon, big chunks of oatmeal bread, onion ham soup, and freshly picked berries filled the table.
This was a merry feast!
The clamor and laughter almost drowned everything else.
Everyone present seemed to bring joy to vanquish a certain 'fear'.
Thud, thud!
Suddenly, a knocking on the door.
The first to hear was a kitchen maid carrying a barrel of wine, her waist shaking like an upset bucket; her frightened stare fixed towards the door.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The knocking continued and as more people heard and focused on the noise, all other sounds began to fade.
