the mission begins

You stood next to the mousy hair girl wearing plain brownish tunic pants and shirt. The girl wore a dress instead. But the dress wasn't that fancy. The fabric to you were a bit too flimsy. It seems like the cotton fabric would easily rip if someone tug on the dress.

You both stood in a fabulous room with two carts full of food nearby the bed. You absently lick your lips at the smell of fine cooked turkey and the soft smells of blueberry pie. You wonder how one man would eat and fits all of this food in his stomach.

Then the door to the room open up. A tan man with a plump belly walks into the room. He sniff the air with an air of confidence. He walks past you and the brown hair girl who name during this training experiment were to be Arya. He lifts up a turkey leg. He ate a large chuck of the meat before looking over at you two.

You quickly race over to the fat man in servitude. You pour a glass of fine wine. You bow your head while presenting the man with red color wine. He happily drain the cup while finishing the breathtaking turkey leg.