Lord Filippus: "I trust you to capture my good side. I don't want to look an ounce smaller than I am." Painter: "Y-Yes my Lord!" The painter started sweating once he knew he would need a much bigger canvas to get all of Filippus' magnificence in one painting, but couldn’t contain his excitement for having being chosen to do Lord Filippus’ painting. Meanwhile, a dressed in finery Filippus thought it was funny how he used to think posing for a painting was a waste of time, but now, he wanted to see his larger self in all kinds of forms. Even posing for a sculpture seemed exciting to him. Although he didn't know if the sculptor would be as lenient as his painter when it came to his "morsel intervals". He was already getting hungry again, despite the fact that he just finished an entire cheese platter moments ago. Before he finished his thought, the doors to the study opened up and in came Sir Gustaf, the much more robust rooster was trying to catch up his breath from the brisk walking. Only the words “letter”, “Karver” and “cursed” were heard under the heavy breathing. Filippus' eyes widened and he quickly dismissed his slightly disappointing painter, not before handing him a basket full of bread to take home with him along with his payment. Unknown to you, Lord Filippus begins to plot the weight gain curse when you arrived to the castle tomorrow, he sent you a letter when you're at the modern city.