The coronation feast has become a surreal nightmare to you. Instead of panicking, you fixate your attention on finding Maldred instead.
You scan the hall but find him nowhere. Perhaps he’s gone outside, you wonder.
Making your way outside, the dinner hall becomes a maze of social gatherings in each their own size. It’s as if the guests are barring every exit nearby.
The Jarl’s attentive gaze follows your every step.