There really were too many weirdos in this world. That was something I had come to understand all too well.
Anyway, I found myself wandering through the long corridors of the castle. It seemed like everyone had already gathered somewhere—probably in the banquet hall for the grand feast that had been prepared for the elite of Sancta Vedelia.
The problem was I had no idea where that hall actually was.
After wandering aimlessly for a few minutes and almost opening what I assume was someone's private quarters, I finally stopped a passing knight and asked for directions. The man, without a word, gestured for me to follow and led me straight to the hall like some kind of overqualified tour guide.
I didn't even need to open the doors to know I was in the right place—the noise leaking through the thick wood was ridiculous.
Was this the Elite of Sancta Vedelia I was hearing? Or a troop of hyperactive monkeys?
I pushed open the door, and the chaos only escalated.
"YEAH!!"
