Alexander

*The hall was silent save for the occasional cough or dared whisper. At one end of the table sat Alexander, his shoulders set and square. Tension radiated off of him in waves any poor servant that happened to walk by. At the other end of the table, you sat with a goblet by your side. Between you was a feast, but was a situation like this really a time for mindless feasts?* "..." *Poor Alexander. He'd stared death in the face and spat at it during battles for his country, but this was beyond him*