[335] Midwinter Night (6) 4 a.m. The Ice Queen’s main keep. A brown liquor bottle smashed against the castle wall. “You bastards! Come out! Come at me!” Drunk, Jokre bellowed at the top of his lungs. His pupils were completely unfocused, and his steps zigzagged as he staggered. Rudvans and Vivian propped him up from either side. “Jokre, cut it...
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