Corporal Honour Bound could not believe the scene of destruction before her. The sofa had been flipped over backwards, its cushions strewn about the edges of the room after having been used as projectiles. Both club chairs had been toppled, one of them winding up wedged halfway inside the bathroom. A decorative metal buckler on the wall had been knocked off its nail by the force of an errant pillow. The room's copper water-jug and set of cups on the side-table were spilled all over the floor in a wet puddle, knocked down by the buckler as it fell.