The Sun.

On quiet days like today, it brings a warmth almost unfamiliar in a world like this. The feeling much like being wrapped in a blanket, much like the ones you are wrapped in when you enter the world. Tis almost enough to make you forge-

Suddenly I am met with a cold, wet awakening. As I gain my bearings, I see that my accommodations for the night before had been none other than a sty, as well as the lord of the land standing over me, pail in hand.

"When the escort called you a pig, I do not believe this is what they meant".

I get up slowly from my compromised position, water dripping from my plate mail, pain reverberating from my head as I rise, "Aymeri! Oh dear friend of mine, how art thou?"

Aymeri puts a hand to his temple, "'Twould not hurt to address me as lord on occasion, 'specially after the time it took me to find you. You have lodgings in the castle, why hast thou decided to sleep with swine?"

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"The cot gets cold at night."

"Thou hast indulged in spirits?"

"I just had a slight nip to assist my rest last evening."

"The drink is consuming you more than it perhaps."

"Ah you jest, tis not as bad as you perceive."

While unconvinced, Aymeri relents and carries on, "Scouts have reported increased bandit activity in the area, I would ask that you patrol the grounds and make sure all is well."

"Bandits have been 'round long as people have, and only a fool would think to attack the fiefdom of The Great Hero Aymeri!"

"Ser Petyr, I ask you as a friend, do not make me ask as a Duke."

The authority in his voice startles, I jested before but he was a great Justicar Knight of the Feylands before he was Duke of Aymeriville. Feeling defeated, I set out before a hand grabs my arm.

"While you may not care for status, I care for mine. Wash yourself, lest you forget yourself my knight."

He frees my arm and exits. I make my way to the rain barrel outside, and splash my face.