A cold wind blows through the small decrepit graveyard in front of the church. Shutters and other loose neglected ad to the mood of death and decay.
Outside Church, Outside Church
mischievous teenager
assistant chef
I cook for the King and Queen and other Royals in the area. I take the directions from the head chef. I hope to someday be the head chef.
Do we really need to do this... Why shouldn't we? I could just deal without all the shenanigans honestly. Why are you here chef? Can a man not come to church for some relief from his everyday problems. I guess so. You are boring to bother. I get to spend all day listening to the royals complain about my cooking, meanwhile I am just a lowly assistant. Why not have some fun? Go and bug the knights like me. They all know me from eating at the castle, that sounds like it would end up bad for me. Oh, I just blame it on the peasants. I'm not made to be a squire. And you manage to get away with it? Oh yes. Always go up from behind so they never see you!