Re: Chapter 5: The BaronÂ’s Offer (Epilogue)
When Mercion addressed him by his name, Baron Lederborn bristled for a moment. However, he caught himself and fixed the bland smile back in place, “Yes, yes, Sister. I’d forgotten how much adventurers can be driven by their…appetites. Very well.”
He clapped his hands, and a servant rushed to attend him. “Our guests are ready to eat. Tell Bettina and Robb to serve the first course.” Within minutes, everyone took their seats in a long dining hall. The Baron sat at an elevated table, joined by Mercion, Sundos, Laredon, Pockets, & Lenelle. The Baron sat first, then his guests followed. Everyone else sat at an elaborately decorated dining table two feet below. They could make eye contact and hold conversation, but the arraignment established an undeniable hierarchy.
Plates of freshly baked bread with whipped butter were served first. The Baron enjoyed the first bite, then motioning everyone else to eat. Lenelle and Mercion had apprised everyone of the etiquette before the dinner. The entire affair was like a dance, and everyone needed to know the steps. The courses that followed showed competence in flavor and presentation, tasting of spices local, and a few that could only have been imported from far off lands. They tasted pepper, salt, cloves, rosemary, cinnamon, ginger, and curry in select dishes that included soups, fresh and chilled fruits, pork pot pies, roasted vegetables, fish, pheasants, ham, and turkey. Wine and ale accompanied the meal.
Despite his snobbery, Baron Lederborn still sought to ensure that his guests were well fed and well-treated. When everyone had the first course, he dispensed with the small talk. “Enough idle chatter from me,” he said with a feigned laugh. “Your group marshaled a hearty defense of the walls against the ghouls. Not only did you defend Deadwater, but you defeated the Undead Warlock who led them. I was already impressed, but then you found the true power behind these nuisances—a Coven of Hags. You rent their Coven asunder, and captured a Hag who had infiltrated the village.”
Adrian swept the group with his eyes, regarding them as if truly seeing them for the first time. “I would not see your accomplishments go unrewarded. You all demonstrated the kind of skill and heroism that I have not seen since Sister Mercion and Pockets first graced our humble village. Nay, not even since the days that I lived in Waterdeep.” He raised a golden chalice. “First, I toast you all for your valiant aid!”
After the toast, the Baron’s lips drew up in a smile. “I would also like to offer you an opportunity to earn more gold.”