(3rd Person POV)
Dressed in an evening attire, Noah was led downstairs to the dining hall. Entering the dining hall, Noah was shocked by the... simplicity of the Dining Hall. Unlike all the other rooms and corridors within the Bevier Estate, the Dining Hall was much more austere than it's more flamboyant counterparts. There were no ornaments or tapestries, nor was there a huge chandelier hanging on the ceiling. It was quite evident to Noah that this room had been built much later, and with less expensive materials. The stone floor was regular unpolished granite, still whole and not cracked despite its daily use. The ceiling sported many wooden beams that supported the whole room, where the beams met with pillars on both sides of the wall, that followed a similar pattern as the ceiling. But the biggest change was the lack of the perennial smell of mildew and mold that had pervaded every other room in the estate.
While the furniture was spartan, there was a long wooden table that sat in the middle of the room, which looked like it was cut from a single humongous piece of wood. There was a roaring fireplace at the left side of the Hall, warming up the otherwise frigid Hall. Smaller, low-backed chairs accompanied the huge dining table, where upon a tall candle was placed in the middle, that illuminated the contents of the table. There, sitting on one of the seats, was Lord Garoth, who already had a plate of food placed in front of him and a huge tankard of what looked like beer to the side.
Taking a seat not too close to Lord Garoth, the maids pushed in Noah's chair before stepping back towards the walls. Not a moment later, a piping hot plate of food was placed in front of Noah, complete with a small beer on the side. Looking at his plate, it looked like a simple dinner of a large steak, some grilled vegetables and a single boiled potato, peeled and cubed.
"Son, I hope you don't blame me for being harsh.." Lord Garoth began, sipping on his large tankard of beer. "The Bevier family has had a long history, being around since the founding of this great nation, and even before that. I just don't want you to squander all of that within a generation. Do not worry my son. When you are of age, I will find a girl of age that will accept your.... shortcomings, and-"
"I understand father. What I did was truly idiotic and I will never do that again. I will stop wasting my time on pointless things and will take an interest in household matters. I will uphold the Bevier family name to the highest degree!" Noah shouted, sounding full of conviction.
"Oh stop your whi-w-wait uh... Uh... G-Good... Mm." Lord Garoth stuttered. He was so surprised at Noah's answer that he didn't even know how to reply. For the last 10 years of his life Lord Garoth had been chiding and scolding this son of his, which was met with complaints, outrage and... waterworks. Never had he said something that his stupid son didn't question or try to weasle his way out of. 'Perhaps the scare this time has really shaken the boy. Hopefully this attitude stays for a while longer. Gives me some peace of mind that he won't be gallivanting around for the time being. Speaking of which, pranks these days seem to be getting more and more out of hand. Stabbing someone with a fake knife and pouring blood all over them? That is outrageous! And to think that the guards were in on the joke, even the bloody doctor!' As Lord Garoth thought of the physician that morning, he snorted in anger.
'Bloody quack! One moment he is in on a prank and tells me that my only son is dead! The next moment he's telling me that he's a medical miracle! And he has the cheek to ask me for fuc***g compensation! I already let you off for cursing my son, and you still want to ask for a 'medical fee'? F*ck! The more I think about it, the more pissed I get!' Seething, Lord Garoth took a moment to compose himself and focused his attention on his food.
Noah cut up the steak using his utensils and placed a piece in his mouth. Instantly, his face scrunched up. 'So salty! and so damn DRY!' Noah complained inwardly, taking a gulp of his beer. The beer indeed quenched his thirst, and tasted pretty good. Tasting the potatoes, he found them bland and unappealing. The vegetables were bitter and slightly burnt. The only reason he was able to finish his meal was due to the tasty beer, which he had 3 servings of.
'Damn! My pecker is pea-sized and the food sucks here... Well at least the beer is pretty good...' Noah complained, sipping on his beer...
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After dinner, Noah retreated back to his room to rest, while Lord Garoth decided to leave the estate to pick up some potions that could help boost the.... vitality, of his son. Hailing the guard to open the gate, Lord Garoth stepped through the large wrought iron gates into the night. However, before he could walk onto the connecting road, he was approached by a familiar figure.
"Oh my Lord Garoth, what a coincidence! I hope you have not forgotten, but I was the physician the saw your son this afternoon. Haha yes, um... about my fee..."
When Lord Garoth heard that, he finally blew his top.
Staring menacingly at the physician, he gnashed his teeth and said:"Oh how could I forget the SAVIOUR that brought my son BACK FROM THE DEAD. Why don't we go back to my estate and we can POUND OUT the details of your... remuneration?"
Being stared at from a bear-like figure of Lord Garoth, the physician began to feel fear.
"Oh uh-um! L-Looks like I have c-caught you at a bad time... Uh tell you what, let's just f-forget about the compensation and just g-go our separate ways, o-ok?" trembled the physician, slowly backing away.
"Oh but I think you should be REWARDED for your efforts. I. INSIST."
Grasping the physician's arm with his large trunk-like arms, he dragged the physician, kicking and screaming into the Bevier Estate.
2 hours later, the howling screams and cries of terror slowly stopped. The wrought iron gates once again swung open, out stumbled a bruised and battered individual, holding onto a coin purse. The man groaned as he looked up at the full moon, illuminating his bludgeoned face. He quietly whimpered.
"B-but it wasn't a bloody prank...."