Amidst the flickering light of torches, a man clad in worn armor sat hunched over in a dimly lit chamber. His weather-beaten face was framed by a thick beard, and his tired eyes gazed into the depths of a goblet filled with wine. With a heavy sigh, he lifted the cup to his lips, draining its contents in a single, desperate gulp.
Setting the empty vessel aside, he reached for a nearby casket, hoping to find more of the comforting liquid within. However, to his dismay, he discovered it too was empty. Frustration boiled within him as he flung the cup across the room, the sound of it clattering against the stone floor echoing in the silence.
Running a hand through his unkempt beard, the man leaned back in his chair.
