Steel and Sorrow: Rise of the Mercenary king

Chapter 135: King of Snow(2)

The feast roared on, the tent filled with the sounds of boisterous laughter, clinking cups, and the occasional shout from a drunken soldier outside . Servants hurried through the crowd, their trays heavy with pitchers of ale and platters piled high with roasted meats and freshly baked bread. They moved swiftly, their steps quickening as drunken men reached out, clumsy hands grazing against their backs and brushing too close to their breasts. The women skillfully dodged these advances, well-practiced in the art of avoiding unwanted touches,while letting those that caught their eyes linger on.

Around the tables, men gorged themselves on the feast, tearing into slabs of pork and downing mouthfuls of bread between swigs of strong ale. The food, though plentiful, was being devoured at an alarming rate, with chunks of meat and bread disappearing into the greedy mouths of lords and their close companions. Wine spilled from overfilled goblets, drenching the tablecloths and mixing with the grease from the meat, but no one seemed to mind.

As the night dragged on, the revelry began to take its toll. More and more men slumped over in their seats, their faces flushed from drink, eyes half-lidded as sleep began to claim them. Some collapsed where they sat, heads resting on the wooden tables, snoring loudly amid the chaos. Others, too drunk to hold themselves upright, slid to the floor, their legs giving way beneath them as they succumbed to exhaustion.

The number of unconscious bodies scattered across the tent increased with each passing moment, leaving the few still standing to step over the fallen or drunkenly nudge them aside. Yet the feast continued, unabated by the growing pile of sleeping men.@@novelbin@@