After completing Zagrath's treatment, I receive word that Old Man Duke wishes to see me. Wiping my hands clean, I make my way swiftly towards his chamber.
Upon entering, I find Old Man Duke seated, his hands propping up his chin in contemplation. The room, in stark contrast to the rest of the castle, is a chaotic masterpiece. Roughly painted artworks adorn the walls, and scattered clothes create an unconventional carpet. A peculiar cat, its fur bristled, snarls at me from a corner, adding an extra layer of eccentricity to the scene.
"Old Man Duke, why is your room in such disarray?" I ask, eyeing the unconventional decor.
Old mam Duke looks at me, a wry smile on his face. "I figured I'd let loose and drown myself in drink for a while. The recent events have taken a toll on my sanity."
