Merrythunder the Witty staggered into the entrance hall this morning, waving around a dueling foil and bellowing drunkenly at the priests responsible for the death of his friend. Nobody had the authority nor the heart to drag Merrythunder away, so they just had to politely endure it. This probably just made the Returned even angrier. Across the courtyard, an unoccupied palace was quietly renovated throughout the day to serve its new owner. Soon the order of priests who took up residence the