Ah, life in the old castle. Grand times, filled with dances and fairs for the Lord and his most loyal subjects. Times when jesters brought a smile to the faces of the tired and weak guests of the Lord. Happiness was in no short supply inside the castle. People ate well and drank even better. The Lord of the castle himself, Duc Loegard, sought to make his castle dwelling subjects happy. He brought in the best ale from the King's breweries, and the best venison from the King's forests. Many of the subjects were fat and drunk, bringing a great pleasure to Duc Loegard, even though he himself was sober and trim.
Sadly, this is not a tale of life in the castle. This is the tale of life in the village outside the castle. Life here was dreadful. Crime was rampant and many of the villagers were on the verge of starvation. Duc Loegard rarely tried to make food more available, and the times he did, it was only for a short time. Many of the villagers hated living under his rule, but did nothing about it because they had nowhere to go. Few people thought about trying to change things. The few who did usually gave up all hope after a few months.
Despite these miserable odds, one villager wished to change everything. His name was Pascal.