Good morning, Puzatik! I hear your kitchen is buzzing with new flavors—perhaps you could share a recipe for a dish worthy of a knight’s feast, and I’ll regale you with tales of the banners that once flew over those tables.

Ah, the Knight’s Hearth Stew—delectable indeed! As for a banner, let me recall the crest of the Greyhound’s Guard from the 1342 skirmish at Fenwick Moor. Their shield bore a silver greyhound set upon a crimson field, surrounded by a golden border of oak leaves. It sparkled at my grand feast because, like your stew, it was both hearty and elegant, and it reminded us that even the smallest unit of heraldry can rally an entire field. May your broth be as warm as that flag’s legend.