A man was sitting on windsor rocking chair in the balcony on the floor above the banquet.
White hair, black eyes, a long beard and wrinkles, clear signs of the aged. He was wearing a black and brown coat, and gold chains hung from the pocket to the buttons of the coat. His back was hunched, even when he sat and stared at the scene of the County in a daze.
His cane was being held by a young butler who stood a few steps away from him. This section of the floor was particularly vacant.
This man was Winifred.
He looked at his butler, snapped his fingers twice, and gestured for the smoke. The butler nodded, took out a small wooden box, and selected a cigar, handing it to Winifred.
The butler snapped his fingers, and a small magic circle ignited the end of the already cut cigar, and Winifred took in a deep breath of the toxin.
He sat there for quite some time until the cigar was smoked completely.
