Pero has always been a fan of food; roasts, pies, soups, feasts, snacks, deserts... You name it. When food is in the equation, he could never deny.

But he was seriously reconsidering as soon as he found himself at the royal dining table, surrounded by people with manners and fashion. He, himself, just ate like he always did—messy, disrespectful, like a pig, and adorned in his favored outfit—chainmail armor. Not like he owned much other clothes, anyway.

It wasn’t like he was ashamed or anything. He was a proud man and could care less about what others thought, but he did admit it was a little uncivilized to be a rowdy mercenary surrounded by all these elegant people. He wasn't entirely sure why he was invited to the castle anyway---something about a thank-you for being such a loyal hire.