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You reckon that Honderias must not hold much you could not have already bought back in your own city, so in the end, you settle for visiting the Count.
It is of little surprise to you when you hear that the Count has already made his way to one of the many dinin halls, and is waiting there for the lunch. By the sound of the eleventh bell that had just ringed, you reckoned it was about time too.
As you step into the room, his presence is the first you see: how could you not, with such a large man? For sitting chair is Fadrique de Caduya, the two meter tall liege lord of Zaroza. The only manner you could describe him as is a jolly glutton. You imagine that it is only his grand size and muscle that allows him to eat as much as he does whanever you have met him without becoming an chairbound invalid. Despite being already well into his fourties, the man was as tall as a teenaged giant, and if what was said of him was true, just as strong as one as well.
As he spots you entering, his face seems to grow into a smile, and he raises his already-filled goblet.
"Don Alessandro! Greetings be to you, it is well to see you here at last, hah! For the past few days it's been just me, his highness, and that pompous old knight Salazar!"
"Greetings be to you as well, Don Fadrique." you say, taking your seat at a chair not too far from him. The table remains yet bare, sporting only a few jars of common wine, of the watered down kind.
"It's almost time for the midday meal, so your arrival is right on time! Sadly, our kind liege remains 'busy', so I have been told it'll be only us two here for this meal. I'd have expected a coastal lord such as you to have come by the sea, however..." he asks, in his usual light tone.
"Hiring a fleet was far more expensive than going by land. I decided to save, in case necessary..."
"A fair thought. Being as far as I was from Honderias, I set off with my men in late august! What surprises me truly is that Marquess Castala has yet to arrive...ah, but enough of talking! Here come the meals!" he exclaims while rubbing his hands. And what meals they were!
Although it was not a banquet, what the servants brought to you two was a veritable feast: cooked pheasant, pork pie, venison and smoked sausages. Bread, both brown and white, was served in a basket, and grand pots of Silenian Rice and Samican Maize were available as well. Drinks were no less plentiful, with jars of spiced wine as well as rum and Vidrellian Whiskey were available. You ate moderately, only dining enough to fill yourself, while your compatriot ate as though he had been starving for twenty days. Through the meal, he continues to speak.
