Baron Cumberlyn was perched upon the high-backed chair he sat in at every moment from once he seized it to the very day in which he stared upon fresh feast set in front of him. There were meats, breads, pastries, pies, and more to the content of any man’s heart. He had stacked his plate heavily with a bit of everything there could be adorning the table.
All the while his council sat abound, o...