Everwinter, King's City.
"My lord… Lord Marwayne…" Someone nudged his arm.
Annoyed, Marwayne opened his eyes. He took some time before he regained his blurred vision's focus, and the familiar butler's face appeared before him.
"Why is it you again." Marwayne hiccupped and expended a great deal of strength to stand up, accidentally knocking over the wine bottles on the short table, one of which fell to the ground and shattered loudly.
The sound jolted him awake.
What came next was a splitting hangover.
