House was tempted to give himself a pat on the back. This was without a doubt the most creative and detailed delusion he'd ever had, and while he couldn't exactly take credit for being delusional (aside from the fact he'd probably done something to himself to cause it), it proved his mind was exceptional even when he was out of it.

He decided not to fight it. Why would he? His real life wasn't exactly something to write home about...if he could write home, which he couldn't because everyone back home thought he was dead. Anyway, this was more interesting. Castles and feasts and supernatural beings--he didn't know where he'd come up with this stuff but it was fascinating. More than that, it was a party and who didn't love a party?

He refilled his glass and went snooping.