Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-17114085-20160210101714

(Wasn't she going to make sure that the lord's son was the one to eat the poison stew? He could easily overlook it and someone else would die from it. :P But...)

In the dinning room, the Lord and his three sons were having dinner. Taig, the youngest, and also the fattest, was eating everything around him. The man was a greedy slob, not even taking the time to clean his double chin of food that fell out of his mouth.

The Lord's other two sons had actual table manners and weren't fat slobs. The eldest was a knight, while the middle son looked more like the merchant type.

"Taig, slow down." The eldest said. "It isn't a race."

"I need to fill myself with energy." The fat son argued while eating a drumstick. It was a wonder how he even spoke with food in his mouth. "For I will be up all night downstairs if you know what I mean." He said and laughed, causing some specks of food to fly out of his mouth and all over the table.

The middle son was looking rather queesy.

"You've been overdoing it recently, Taig." Lord Socucius said. "If you keep it up at this rate, the King is going to catch wind of what you're doing."

"Nonesense!" Taig talked back. "I haven't been doing it enough. I'm starting to get a little chuncky. I need to work off these extra pounds. Nothing like a good nightlong exercise to burn a few calories." He laughed again. Despite what he said, it was clear that he wasn't chunky. He was bordering on obese at this point. If one put both of his elder brothers together, they wouldn't make one Taig.

It was then that the stew came. As Shannon set it down, Taig eyed her up and down. Clearly she caught his interest. He made a note to go visit the kitchen staff the next day. When she was gone, he helped himself to the first serving. "I've been waiting for this all night. Nothing like a good pork stew before a good thumble."

The poison was fast acting, Taig felt the effects after the first spoonful. His relatives hadn't even served themselves when he began to choke as his airways closed up. His face turned purple and his father called the guards.

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"Did you get it to the table?" Arie asked, after changing out of her chef's clothes in the storage closet. She had heard the guards talking, and apparently the girls were kept one floor below the keep.