Sir Terrowin
The young knight rested above the rough surface of the barstool. His oily elbows piled upon the ale stained tabled. His left hand cupped around his stubbly cheek as the other wrapped around the handle of the mug. He tongue dipped into the cheap flavor the wine. It was bitter, a sensation you would except from poorly brewed beverages as such. There was something about that flavor that drew him to desire it. Oh yes, it was for the liquid was inexpensive- easy to the pocket only costing a few coins.
“I am going to miss this life once I marry some princess,” he announce, however he did not figure in himself if he was sarcastic or not. Of course he is going to feel some longing for his old life he has known all his life- the hardscrabble one, much labor but few coin. But imagine the riches and fortunes he will achieve as such high authority.
“Aw don’t say that, lad. Ye’r have been dreaming all your life of thy coin of the royalties,” one greasy man by the name of ‘Pete’ confessed as he delivered to Terrowin a smirk.
Not a strain of hair grew on the oily scalp of Pete however a massive raven black beard poured down until it ceased at his chest. Pete wore not a shirt to cover his hairy torso, he claims wearing a shirt ‘cages your man hair.’ But everyone knows he is too lazy to enter himself into a shirt. He was chubby man with a swollen belly and height lesser than the average human. One blind eye remain without color- white; the other a dirt brown color. He wore woolen patched baggy trouser. And for shoes he concealed his feet in none, though you eventually you adapt to the stench to his toes.
Pete was a man no one in the villages nor cities of Caldomaa would even know existed. Pete often the beer devourer, though no one has every found him drunk perhaps because they have already passed out drinking themselves. He was a fellow which Terrowin encounter after the imprisonment of the enemy forces. He was the man which laid a friendly hand to bring Terrowin back to the academy to be cured of his wounds.
“Agreed, but as my duties as a knight I carry the burdens of citizens on my shoulders. I grasp my sword in the frontlines of battle, without any hesitant thought I sacrifice myself. And I called into a competition, where I must hold the hand of a woman in marriage. I am given an opportunity many soldiers are not. I must be the slave to my woman, obeying her every wish as long as it does not hurt her, me, or any good people. A marriage is a brand mark the two must walk together being identified as one,” Terrowin informed his friend before the two busted in laughter as if those words were just jokes.
“I shall never as long as I live neglect laughter of your jesting.”
Terrowin figured that he was jesting just as Pete mentioned. Terrowin believed not in love, he found it as much a joke as religion. Just another long for a being, slavery even.
“Farewell now, friend.”
Terrowin rose from the seat as he rotated his arms and neck stretching. He limped out of the pub and to his horse. The young knight was still sore from what torture he experienced. He personally had to snap his arm back in place. He toiled not to squeal like a pig to the slaughter; however he cannot control the future. After managing the arm back in place two of the soldiers continued to fix his pinkie finger, ring finger, and left ankle. His ribs are still healing for bandages circle around his stomach tightly. The left eye tinted black, soon to heal fully. Numerous scars and wounds mounted on his skin from the lashing he endured captured. He wished not for any athletics in the competition, because it would be embarrassing for him to excuse himself.
He attempted to climb upon the horse however it shook and stagger, forcing Terrowin to the ground groaning. The horse was rather new for Terrowin’s original horse, “Gorim” was defeated too in battle, in death.
“Please don’t do this to me,” he whispered to the horse as he petted it.
“Please..”
He found it not pathetic to speak to a horse, what else was he suppose to do to it? Make it furious and attack him? After he communicate to it, the horse acted much more calm. He then made his way to the royal castle.