Things changed the day that I was eating in the banquet room.
I’d settled down to some eggs and steaming linked, sausage for breakfast. The Dining Hall was relatively empty.
As it usually is when I come to breakfast.
It seemed I was generally the only early riser. Which was why I did it so often. I liked the peace of being the only one in this great hall, save for the guards near the mantle and door and a sprinkling of servants cleaning, I was the only occupant.
I sawed at the bit of sausage with my knife and took a delicate bite. Savoring the spicy, tangy flavor.
Nearly oblivious to the presence of the servants working diligently around the room. A man feeding logs into the fire and a few maids dusting.
A servant stoking the fire, threw in the last log a bit carelessly. Which wa
