The cups and plates clattered violently across the oak, several of them skittering off the edge and shattering against the floorboards. The map that spanned the territory from the Burdos River near the capital all the way to the southern banks of the Allendino, had taken months of meticulous drafting to complete, was spread through the wood. It took only a single moment of fury to ruin it.
Wine from three overturned chalices bled across the parchment, spreading like a dark, red river over the lines that made hills, castles and rivers.
Sorza would come to rue the loss of one of his only reliable charts later, but in the heat of the moment, he wouldn't have cared if the very earth beneath his boots had split open to swallow them all.
He had been conned.
