What were they celebrating again? Her mind still felt jumbled as she tried to recall the events of the previous day while donning her thick woollen gown. Thankfully the walls of the Great Keep were warm and she felt little of the cold sting of winter inside. She stood in front of her leaded glass mirror and fought her tangled hair with the bristle brush until she finally managed to look presentable. As much as she could look presentable with bags under her eyes anyway. Gods, she was not touching a drink ever again.