ROUX
Hand of the King
After throwing a white button down over his tan skin, he jogged upstairs to the dining room and was met with a barrage of hugs. He was suprised at how many people remembered him. After all the questions and more annoying hugging, He sat in a chair on the side of the table across from Horace, who was already digging into his food, and piled things onto his plate. ~Ahh...haven't had a meal like this in a long while.~ He thought while savoring his first bite.