When Westley arrived at the port of Oscana that week, he was in terribly higher spirits than usual; the Summers’ End Banquet was quickly approaching and he was admittedly rather excited. Donned in his extravagant new robes from the Capital City marketplace, Captain Wes sat at a banquet table, a silver chalice in his rough hands. When he looked up, a smile appeared on his features and he raised his drink at the familiar visage, finishing it soon afterwards. “Aye! Long time no see!” He gave a nod, a laugh leaving his lips. “Come! Sit! I haven’t been on land in months and I am dying to hear how things are in lovely Oscana court. Tell me, how are you enjoying yourself this evening?” Wes raised a brow and reached for two goblets of wine from a servant’s platter, offering one of them to his companion.
