I sat down on the edge of the table. It was beautiful thing. It was made from a special sort of wood, a sort of honey colour with a complicated black figure. Someone told me the trees only grew on one island in the middle of the sea, miles off the south coast of Echmen. When the prince of the island sent him the table as a gift, the emperor liked it so much he had all the other trees on the island cut down and burned, so that this table would be unique.
