Cutty Mordaunt was already there at the Closing Feast, but just in case anyone missed him, he walked in again and scoped out a prime seat for people watching at his house table. This was perfect. Perfect, except what was he going to tell people who might have noticed that he was also at the staff table? Maybe he'd deny it, flat out. Make them think they were going mad.

'Could be fun.', he thought as he brought a water goblet to his mouth and took a drink.