Legends travel far and wide of the feasts of the Summerking. Sweetmeats and rare morsels from every corner of the Mortal Realms grace his banquet hall. This noble ruler's table is open to knights and honest peasantry of all kinds. Yet what these feasters see as fine vittles are in fact mounds of steaming organs and plates of torn entrails - for this is a kingdom of delusional cannibals.
Of course, such a feast is only possible due to the hard work of the Summerking's butchers. The Skinnerkin, masters of slaughter, carry racks of meat hooks within their very flesh, intent on stringing up their prey upon these blades alive - for the sake of freshness. The cloying blood of previous kills flavours the flesh of the next as the Skinnerkin carry their prey with them, obsessed with collecting only the finest meat before they can return to the Summerkeep to cook.
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