People were hungry, they were cold, they were ill. It was time. They decided to go to the city which was already bursting with people looking for shelter. The plague had driven them inside the city limits looking for safety, healing and food. They got none. After a few weeks, people started disappearing. No one could believe the rumors, but there was an awkward odor in the air, both vividly appealing and strangely repulsive. People gathered in the streets to protest, inevitably the tumult moved towards the castle. From the tower, the king couldn’t understand the reason for such an agitation. “There is food, but ungrateful as they are, it’s not the food they would like to have,” he said, chewing on a crispy finger seasoned with herbs, salt and pepper.