Catt Zago was having a very bad time. She remembered getting very drunk at the festival, and arguing angrily with various people about whether or not it was okay to behead beautiful Kings. An infuriating number of them had supported the position that it was fine. It must have come to fist-fighting at some point, but she couldn't quite remember that part clearly.

After waking up in the small cell, and waiting for the hangover to wear off, she was moderately proud to note that the bruises on her knuc...