...or just the Commander's Skewer. There's life after life, and once Messud al-Maut left the service because of worsening vision he started this endeavour out of his accumulated soldier's pay as he had never been the big spender type. Among the Mamluks Messud was known as a very hands-on leader, liking his spear more than his musket, and his knives more than his spear. He really never needed eyes for those, his instincts sufficed, it was the paperwork that had been killing him. Now, he runs the favourite lunch place among the Mamluks garrisoned in the Hoof. They still pay Messud every respect and thank him deferentially for the dishes he prepares. Koftes, kabobs, shashliks - he can do them all, in a very tasty way, ultra spicy or in yoghurt, with or without onion or leeks, on thin or on thick bread... He likes challenges so special orders are not unheard of. No-one really knows how blind he has already got, so it takes some trust to let him toss his kitchen blades around you. Well, he did have a mishap when preparing the meal for the one guy telling sausage jokes but that's just rude among any of the senior Mamluks.