Role

Chapter 2

Perhaps it is strange for a Necromancer to feel a desire for feeding the
hungry. Id done just that the night previously. As I was writing in my
journal previously, I was stopped by the Herald Iolyla asking what I was
doing. Now, at this point I had no clue that she could cook, much less
that she could cook great quantities of food. Granted, that was before
she whipped up some grapes and yogurt for me to snack on and explained
that if I -ever- wanted something cooked up I had only to ask.

Id asked whether or not she would be willing to help me feed the
denizens of Galadon, from the guards to the beggars. A hundred meals.
That was what I asked of her. One hundred crawfish boils. To her credit,
she made quick work of the meals.

To my own credit, I was able to distribute the meals without assistance.
I should however have remembered to pack more than a hundred meals. From
the battlements to the Trade Road and the inn within the city, I made my
rounds giving a plate to all that I passed. When Id finished, I ran to
the outskirts of the city where my passing words would reach them.

"Eat well Galadon. Remember that a rich meal is not about the coin one
spends, but the joy in which it is received and the comfort it brings
when eaten."

I do hope the dogs enjoyed the steaks I brought for them too.