The laughter continues as more ale is served. More people come to your table as you tell stories now vivid from your past.
Food is served. The succulence and tenderness of the meat is incredible to you, the magnificence reaches new heights the more you stay with your newfound companions.
You have no worries nor a sense of time, this is now a home to you.
Without you noticing, you have become one of them. A soul lost in a period of time, caught in a timeless warp to celebrate the new Jarl in an endless feast.
A coronation assembled by the dead; for the dead.