Ignore the attendant and look for the King

Finding the King would be easy. You could already here the boom of his laughter from a room down a corridor of the opposite end of the bar room you were currently in.

You look at the attendant as he continues jabbering away, before you place a gloved hand up in front of his face. He quietens.

"Bryen. If you don't move out of my way, I will gut you where you stand."

The attendant gulps. He begins to speak again, "But, my Lord..."

He is silenced as you backhand him against the nearest table, where he drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

You stalk off, leaving the other attendants to pull Bryen up from his daze.

The simple, timeworn corridor ends in a wooden door, unadorned, but from behind which you can clearly make out the lecherous King's booming laughter.