Ser Harrin’s Story

You are riding down the Rosby Road with your squire, Erryk (your younger brother) following closely behind you. The pair of you, along with a few servants, have been travelling for about 11 days.

On the morning of the current day, you left Duskendale, the port town you had been staying in for a few days. It is your hope to stop off at Stokeworth or Rosby for the night, before you continue on to King’s Landing.

“Brother, how long ‘till we reach King’s Landing?” Erryk asks

“Two days or so. Then it’s another two days until the Hand’s Tourney.” You reply.

Your brother nods and smiles. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks again.

“Can I compete? In the tourney, I mean”

“You’re 14, Erryk. Not yet. Though if there’s a squire’s tourney, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Fine.” Your brother sighs and spurs his horse on, no longer wanting to make this journey.

After a few hours, you find yourself on the top of a small hill. About 10 minutes from your location is Castle Stokeworth, and on the horizon is Rosby. It would take about an hour to reach Rosby, but you’d easily get there before dark.