Arlan followed the drunk general and sat beside him while Drayce and his knights went out of the banquet before disappearing in one corner. Time was of the essence, and they needed to get Prince Cian as soon as possible.
The map was fixed in Drayce's mind, and he knew the location was close by. As most of the guards were busy enjoying the drinks together with the soldiers and weren't paying much attention to anyone, it was easy for Drayce and the knights to move around without much disturbance.
Inside the banquet, red-faced General Giles sat in his wide chair leisurely, his elbow resting at the handrest of the chair to give support to his head. His leg dangled sloppily on the other handrest as if he wished to lay there for the rest of the night.
His other hand held a wine glass as he continued to appreciate Arlan's appearance, who was currently kneeling next to the table and was holding a wine bottle, ready to refill the General's almost empty wine glass.
