Chapter 8: Venom Dust
I awoke the next morning, famished. It seems like Lord Silver's hospitality did not include a free meal. I awoke early in the morning and my equipment lay heaped in the corner as promised.
"Go ahead. You probably feel pretty barren without them, don't you?" I turned and saw Lord Silver sitting cross-legged at his study. I stretched out my limbs, no longer sore from the prior engagements but now willing to tackle new ones. I lumbered over to my equipment and began tossing it on. "Perfect. Are you hungry? I seem to have forgot to leave some food for you yesterday, so by all means, go ahead." He gestured towards a small cart holding a tall glass of milk, a slice of bread with some kind of meat thrown onto it and some various fruits and vegetables. Even such a simple meal seemed delectable at the moment.
"Thank you for your goodwill, Lord Silver." I said, sitting myself and beginning to devour my appetizing breakfast.
"No need for thanks. None at all." Lord Silver's voice trailed off and he got up to move to the door. Was someone knocking? I could barely make it out. Perhaps I did not sleep well because my body still felt heavy and my movements were sluggish. Silver's voice seemed mumbled now and even the food I was eating lost its taste. The fork in my hand slipped out of my grip and clattered on the wooden floor. I could not move myself to pick it up, and soon I could not support my own weight and my upper body came crashing down onto the cart, sending the food sprawling over the floor, the cart being tossed aside due to my large girth. I lay on the floor, vegetables cluttering my view as I saw Lord Silver move towards me and kneel down. All I could make out was ". . .not very good table manners. . ."