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A Changing Tide
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
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