King of Snow(2)

The feast roared on, the tent filled with the sounds of boisterous laughter, clinking cups, and the occasional shout from a drunken soldier outside . Servants hurried through the crowd, their trays heavy with pitchers of ale and platters piled high with roasted meats and freshly baked bread. They moved swiftly, their steps quickening as drunken men reached out, clumsy hands grazing against their backs and brushing too close to their breasts. The women skillfully dodged these advances, well-practiced in the art of avoiding unwanted touches,while letting those that caught their eyes linger on.