The wind howled through the trees and the rain lashed down, obscuring everything within a few yards. But within the glade of enchanted trees, it was dry.

Birch, ash and rowan lined the edges of the green sward which stretched out unblemished across the glade.

In the dead centre of the glade rose a white marble headstone. Carved onto it in elaborate script were these words:

“Here lies the reputation of Kazra.

Cruelly slain in a moment of madness. The culprit:

“I may be drunk but I’m still sober.â€