Chapter Six-Corin's Point of View
"Boy! Get your lazy ass down here!" Master yells his words still slurred.The house still smells like alcohol and I'm sure the men are still down there.Probably sleeping, affected by hangovers. I walk down from the loft.
"Good Morning Master." Just as I had guessed, men were sprawled out all over. Some sipped lazily at their mugs, others slept, exhausted from the previous night's drinking festivities. The stink of brandy is mixed with the smell of sweat and dirty men tinted with blood, which is oozing out of one of the men's noses. I think its Johnithyn the Brewer, but all of them look almost the same, so I'm unsure.