"Ha ha ha! The Frey Clan is finally off its high and mighty pedestal!" Wine was spilled as a young man drunkenly shouted in a room full of people smiling with strained looks. While there were women and men to entertain the guests, even they felt nervous.
He was clean shaven and had long black hair loose over his shoulders. His fine robes were now stained with wine but it was clear he had been drunk for far too long as even the most slovenly person had sobered up and wanted to leave.
They could not as the young man was the young master of the Silver Crow Sect. They also had no idea why he was so happy with the news that arrived earlier. Their spies had relayed that something had gone grievously wrong with the Inheritance of Death.
