I had been traveling for through the snowy forests of Brest, which of course one might associate with a nicely roasted breast of chicken, but that is not necessarily the case.  To be sure I have had one or two nicely roasted chickens during my travels in this dark, cold country, as I traveled from one little hamlet to the next.  I would say though that I’ve eaten far more mutton and beef stew than roasted
chicken breast.  I suppose this has to do with the fact that eggs are dear, though I’ve seldom found an inn that didn’t offer a fried egg of morning.  In fact,
in distant Aerithraine, where I was once privileged to spend a fortnight with the Queen, I have had some of the finest breast of chicken dinners than any man
has ever enjoyed.  But notwithstanding this, there was a pie.

“In fact, in distant Aerithraine, where I was once privileged to spend a fortnight with the Queen…”  I threw in this line as a tribute to Baron Munchausen, who was one of the inspirations for Eaglethorpe– probably the primary inspiration.  A great story-teller who is also a liar, the Baron frequently compares women to “Catherine the Great, empress of all the Russias, whose hand in marriage I once had the honor to decline.”

The Queen of Aerithraine had already been created in our old D&D game.  I knew her whole history, but I never expected her to become a pivotal character in Eaglethorpe’s story.  But she does.