[littlemanpoet]

Faramund walked by his seat in the hall where he held court, and passed into the next room. It was a place of meeting with a large oaken table his father had placed there. The room was wider than it was long. There was a big window to the left, a door to his own chambers in the far wall, and a door in the wall to the right leading to the kitchens.

Stout oaken chairs were lined along the walls, decorated just above the chairs in hung pelts of fox, wolf, badger, and mink. These were interspersed with mounted elk, deer, bear, and mountain lion heads. Some were older than his father.

Faramund had a man servant place six of the chairs around the large table, and took his place, standing behind the chair facing the door through which Stedford would lead his unwelcome guests. He ordered the serving man to get from the kitchens the freshest bread they had, honey, wooden mugs, and mead. Best to put forth a show of hospitality. He knew better than to insult these men more than he had already.