The Kingdom of Apfelkuchen was well-known for its beautiful damsels, ravenous dragons, and gallant knights. Grand palaces hewn from rock older than memory could recall towered gloriously so as to be seen for dozens of miles in every direction. The capitol in particular, Hasepfeffer, was so grand and proud its tallest towers were said to scrape the clouds. The resplendent banner of Hasenpfeffer hung, rippling in the breeze, from the outer walls of blue-gray stone, the high-arched gate to the inner keep, and the marble columns lining the halls of its palace. These banners bore the royal family's coat of arms: Rampant hares on a field of gravy.
Siegmeyer of Schwarzsauer, often known simply as Siegmeyer the Sauer, marched grimly down these marble halls, the heavy clanging of his armor the only sound as the pages that accompanied him preceded him, merely glancing at his dread countenance before staring straight ahead in fear of what this grim man might do to them.
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