The Banquet snuff tale by Jennifer Kilmey
The great room had been but a dark, damp cavernous stone chamber. Marcus had done his best to make it into an acceptable dining area. He had his soldiers scrub the walls, the floor, even the ceiling in an attempt to rid the stones of as much mold as possible. With the addition of a large fireplace and nearly a hundred candle lit sconces, a tapestry adorning one wall, and furniture fashioned from oak harvested from the nearby forest, the space had become reasonably comfortable. Not Rome......