Re: Chapter 1: The Hearty Woodsman
Without
The stableboy nodded, his eyes growing round at the sight of good coin. Nodding agreeably he muttered that he could handle the other horse easily enough, that it belonged to one of the knights inside, and went to fetch some oats.
Jerom gave Valen a knowing smirk, "If you're shedding coin to have Lady Blackfin notice you, it'd be better spent on a minstrel than some fool peasant boy. Come on, it's cold and the hearth is more inviting than the smell of horse shit and hay." And with that, Valen's fellow squire moved toward the main doors of the stable, considering the bulk of their work now done.
Behind Valen, toward the far side of the stable, a the creaking sound of another door being opened could be heard. There was the sound of a few quick footsteps on the stable's earthen floor, and an accusatory, "Stranger's arse, get away from that horse, you peasant shit," followed by the sound of a meaty blow and the stableboy's pained cry. Turning back, Valen could see the stableboy lying prone on the earthen floor.
Two squires had entered the stable from a second, smaller door on the far side from where Ser Berion's squires had entered. One was short, clad in brown and green and wore the sigil of a winged beast on his jerkin, and hung back a step or two from the confrontation. The second was taller, and had a harsh looking bruise obscuring the side of his face. He wore cheaper traveller's garb of brown and grey, but had the sigil of a black pot woven into his jerkin. He rubbed the knuckles of his right fist, as he loomed menacingly over the stableboy he had just felled to the ground.
Distracted by the whinnying of horses and their confrontation, the two new arrivals had not yet noticed Valen or Jerom, who stood near the main entrance of the stable.
Within
The inn grew only warmer and more welcoming as minutes passed, with its proprietor eager to offer every comfort to House Blackfin and its vassal knights.
Myranda Cooper nodded at her the words of her Lady and Ser Thoren. "Perhaps lord Lychester intends to offer his guests the chance to hunt with birds as well. It might better suit those of us less inclined to such," she blushed, as her eyes strayed towards the corner of the room where Ser Naton and the other knights enjoyed another round of drinks, before flicking back to her her Lady and glancing down in embarrassment, "manly pursuits."