As the walls grew, the overseers and the architects smiled.

Their work force was doing well, and giving it all they had.

“Let us reward them!” said one of the overseers – “if nothing else, it may inspire them to work even harder!”

“Aye, but we have no budget for entertainment. What will we do?” asked an architect.

“Fear not. I have here a runestone that leads to the kitchens in that castle we saw on our way here. I am sure they will have some tasty bits”

And so it came to pass that the Royal chef, while he was tasting the cakes prepared for King Blackthorn’s distant cousin’s wedding, turned around to find everything he’d prepared disappearing through a moongate. This would not do. But, after years of sampling his own cooking, how would he ever fit into his armour?