It was in our time of greatest need that i begin my tale, of the darkest day of our lives which could have brought our ends. A tale of grief and fear, loss and love, of those who would deny Darryl his crown.

Twas but a year past in the winter of our discontent, as plague was ravaging our humble lives and throwing all we knew into dissaray that our story begins.

My lost and lonely friends and i sought shelter from a blizzard that threatened to consume us, my dear friend Jake almost succumbing to the bitter cold biting at his flesh, it was feared to be our end.

We braved through the blistering blizzard for a hearth to warm our bones and ridgid skin, to each place we sought in these high mountains they turned us away, they feared we were victims to this plague, though we were safe as any. To each establishment we approached we met only locked doors and scowls.

Each person turned away as if we were lepers bringing forth only calamity and death. Yet were lost souls crying for safety.

This was our darkest moment.

Jake fell to his knees, no longer could he survive this ice, this tempest bearing upon him.

"Are we not to be accepted here, will they not show us love and warmth, what has happened that they would not let us into their homes as we would if the circumstances were changed?"

It was then we saw it, like the golden gates of heaven basking us in a warm glow, was this a mirrage or our saviour

We approached at haste, afraid to hope. Jake barely making it to the door as we held him in our arms, if we were turned away now we would surely lose him, a reality we couldnt dream to bear.

Through the door we burst, the blizzard flying in our wake, taken arm in arm by a gentle fatherly figure, darryl.

Without hesitation, cold pints we were offered before we were brought to a table upstairs to enjoy in peace and decadence.

Were we not to be turned away as we were each time we sought shelter, when death creeped closer and the end was in sight??

No

For but a night we had a home away from home, parmas fit for kings and lords, yet were humbly brought before our weary selves. Pints of golden broth to warm the soul and refresh the spirit, as if midas himself had touched them.

We survived by the grace of more than a resturant, a home, By more than a man, but the king of halls gap who saw himself as not above his subjects, but amongst them to revel and serve to which we owe a debt of gratitude to never be repayed, yet we must try, for it is all we can do.