A cool breeze blew through his window that morning, enough to gain his attention and wake him enough so he could not find sleep again. Rising up, Asher sat at the edge of his bed looking out the window of his room to the morning gloom that hung like a curtain over the land. All he could think was this would be a good day to sleep in, but he also knew as cook, there would likely be others looking for food to fill their stomachs with.
His feet hit the cold wood floor, sending a jolt through him as if he had just been struck by lightening. The shiver through his spine did not last long though. He made his way to a small table with a basin and pitcher full of water. Pouring some of the water into the basin, he splashed some on his face. Looking into the mirror which hung on the wall there, he could only shrug at what he saw. He was not here to impress anyone, just to cook and make some money. This was not and end of the road job for him, just a wayside stop to get his life back on track.
He threw on some socks, trousers, a pair of black leather shoes, and a clean white shirt before making his way to the room door. Upon opening the door he found the note. He read through it and sighed. He had not suspected that the cupboards and pantry would be bare, but, then again, why not? Actually this could be a blessing in disguise. He could order ingredients he approved of and not some predetermined ones that someone else had decided upon.
Tucking the note away in a shirt pocket, he made his way to the kitchen to see what was available for breakfast. He assumed the rest of the staff would soon make their way their to start their day off.