text: You sit in the shotgun seat of a carriage with Haygarth at the reins. It's been a long journey. You have to venture to meet with King Ferdinand I in order to arrange taxation laws and other things you haven't been educated well enough to understand. You're finally entering the territory under Count Grey's control, staring out at the village you're entering as the sun falls in the distance.
  
  
  "Stop here," you say. "I want to grab a bite to eat."
  
  
  "We must be home soon!" Haygarth says. "Count Grey's in the back, he might wake up soon. Sun's almost gone."
  
  
  You're hungry, thirsty and you've been traveling for the past three days. There's no way in hell you're going back to the castle for Haygarth to cook up his famous soup, which you're certain he's literally shitting in. 
  > You force Haygath to stop
  "Haygarth," you snarl, drawing a pistol from your side. "If you really want me to pistol-whip you into submission, I'm willing to do so."
  
  
  Haygarth sighs, before nodding.
  
  
  "Fine, fine, but be quick about it!"
  
  
  The carriage pulls in alongside a tavern, as you look to Haygarth, who looks fairly pathetic as he attempts to cover his mishapen form.