The Warwickshire Oracle
Ulfred's philandering ways take an unexpected turn at the castle gala.
It was to be the most auspicious of occasions. The Lady Moody would make sure that nary a detail went unattended. Their oft-considered dank and dreary castle would be transformed this All-Hallow’s Eve with festive decorations, a veritable feast prepared by the best chefs, and over a dozen talented magical and entertainment acts to impress a notable list of hand-picked Warwickshire guests. The invitations had been scribed on the highest quality scrolls and each was delivered personally by Ulfred’s own faithful man-servant, Geoffrey.
“Ulfred, I’ll need you not to dally on the day of the event. No alehouses! We shall be prompt, punctual, and perfectly sober to meet our distinguished guests! We shall make our best impression, Ulfred!” Millicent ordered, pinching her face into a scowl as she did when she meant business. And she always meant business when it came to her son.
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