[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Rascade, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon began to regret not supervising Yvonne when she went into the cellar. When he had went with Yvonne to the kitchen Solomon elected to stay with the chefs. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he didn’t want to let his absence ruin Yvonne’s fun. Instead, he watched the chefs prepare for the evening’s banquet. Hundreds of vegetables were laying on the counter, various meats were hanging on hooks. A large pot was simmering over a bricked fire. When Cedar showed up not long after, Solomon assumed he would keep Yvonne close to sober.

	That was until Cedar’s cheers echoed up into the kitchen. It only briefly paused those prepping the food near the stairs, but otherwise they were quick to resume. Of all people, Solomon figured Cedar would be the most sensible, but it sounded like he was caught up in Yvonne’s drinking game. Solomon walked down into the cellar. They were sampling various vintages. Solomon used the word Sampling lightly, if the mugs were of any evidence. Sitting at the table was the maid, clearly exasperated by the other two. She clearly had no interest to take part.

	“Perhaps you should leave the poor girl alone?” questioned Solomon, “And might I recommend slowing down? If you haven’t eaten yet, you might lose yourself faster than you think. Especially you, Cedar. I don’t think the loo can easily accommodate you.”