Post by arober94 on Jul 10, 2015 16:42:07 GMT -5
It was a rare day when Tristan Daly woke up in his own bed in Caraway Fief. As a member of the King's Diplomatic Service, Tristan seemed to spend more time on field cots and bed rolls just off of roads than his oh so comfortable bed. Pushing off his faithful hounds, Tristan dropped to the floor and started his daily workout. It wasn't required for any in the service to actually stay in shape, just be healthy enough to ride, as they could usually have an escort provided to them unless urgent matters were required by them, but he didn't like taking guards. His father and older brother had instilled a sense of self-reliance that worried his mother to this day. Plus, the nobles that he had to interact with treated you better if you looked good.
Finishing his morning routine, Tristan found himself making the short walk into the city for breakfast as he didn't feel like making it himself. Plus, he had been gone a few weeks for his last assignment and he needed to catch up on the local gossip. Stepping into one of the many middle classed inns in town he was greeted with the sight of a few dozen individuals already milling around along with a few guardsmen who seemed to be just barely staying awake having pulled the night shift on the town walls and the smell of fried ham filling the air.
Not finding any of his acquaintances at the moment, truthfully not having expected to find anyone, Tristan sat at the bar and ordered up a his breakfast. "Good to see you home young man," The elderly matron of the inn smiled as the breakfast was delivered by one of the maids. "Where'd you get to this time?"
"All over the north Grandma," Tristan answered though she truly wasn't his grandma, all the patrons of her inn called her that. "It was pretty cold," He laughed. "So what's the latest going on in the fief? Anything I should know before others arrive and ask my opinion?"
Finishing his morning routine, Tristan found himself making the short walk into the city for breakfast as he didn't feel like making it himself. Plus, he had been gone a few weeks for his last assignment and he needed to catch up on the local gossip. Stepping into one of the many middle classed inns in town he was greeted with the sight of a few dozen individuals already milling around along with a few guardsmen who seemed to be just barely staying awake having pulled the night shift on the town walls and the smell of fried ham filling the air.
Not finding any of his acquaintances at the moment, truthfully not having expected to find anyone, Tristan sat at the bar and ordered up a his breakfast. "Good to see you home young man," The elderly matron of the inn smiled as the breakfast was delivered by one of the maids. "Where'd you get to this time?"
"All over the north Grandma," Tristan answered though she truly wasn't his grandma, all the patrons of her inn called her that. "It was pretty cold," He laughed. "So what's the latest going on in the fief? Anything I should know before others arrive and ask my opinion?"