"If they wish to host a banquet after killing my son, then so be it."
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The Rycoff mansion was bustling with activity as servants rushed about, setting up and preparing everything needed for the banquet that would be hosted later that evening. Trays of polished silverware were carried through wide corridors, goblets were arranged with care, and long tables were draped in fine linens. The air itself seemed charged with urgency.
Lord Davien Rycoff was known for many things, some of them were admirable, while others were decidedly unsavory but his eldest son, Kaz Rycoff, had become renowned for one thing in particular: the lavish events he hosted. No expense was spared, no detail overlooked and this gathering was no different. Everyone from distant relatives and old family friends to some close political allies was expected to attend, associates who were deep in Lord Rycoff's pocket.
