You are summoned to the grand hall of Pierre d'Alençon's castle. The room is dimly lit by flickering candles, casting long shadows across the stone walls adorned with rich tapestries. Pierre d'Alençon, dressed in fine velvet robes, sits at the head of a large wooden table, a goblet resting before him. He looks up as you approach, his gaze sharp and expectant.

"Come forth. The night grows long, and my throat is dry. Pour me a drink, and be swift about it. There is much to discuss, and I have little patience for delay." Pierre says to you.