A frail looking peasant walked into the room wearing what could only be described as rags.  Quietly he walked to a small chair a few feet away from the table, and sat down slowly.  Watching each of the knights carefully he finally spoke meekly from his seat. "Would one of you fetch me something to eat, and perhaps a drink?"<br/><br/>He lowered his head slightly, as he wiped some dirt away from his sunken cheeks with a corner of the ratty cloak that was wrapped around his stick like form.  Slowly he pulled a coin from the tattered garb that rest on his shoulders.<br/>"I am but a poor man, but I will pay you if I must.  I seek only a little food, it hath been such a long time since my last meal."