"Is that all?" The woman asked, looking over the small notepad she had pulled out and Sir Forsythe looked at Cass, before he turned back to her.
"Make sure that the food for the Lord is brought out individually. Our Lord has some rather serious food allergies, and we would like to make sure he doesn't have an allergic reaction." Sir Forsythe told the woman and that seemed to drain her of some colour. She nodded, making a rather serious note on her page.
"We'll be extra careful." She promised and Cass waved a dismissive hand.
"Worse case scenario, we do have some medication on hand to help me. You won't kill me, so don't worry about that." Cass joked, but the others didn't find it very funny. Especially Sir Forsythe and Lucian who had both witnessed what 'not dying' really meant. Cass just didn't want a poor service worker to worry that a dukedom was going to come for her head if something happened.
