Alexander Ross 55th of Spring, 516 The air was thick with hearty laughter and the smell of food mixed in with ale and wine, not the sort of environment that the now twenty-year-old Squire Alexander Ross would normally spend his time in, but he honestly had no other choice but to make an acception. Literally… his patron Ranqor had remembered his birthday, and ordered the Squire to wait at the Rearing Stallion while he began notifying the patrons of other Squires in the Order. Whether or not Alex would know any of the Squires being sent his way was debatable… and he hoped at least a few of them would be people he knew. For the most part, Ross was supposed to wait in the Rearing Stallion until the Squires began to arrive. From there, it was all up to them whatever they wanted to do; converse, go on walks, train, drink, whatever. It was much unlike last year, where he paid twenty golden mizas to rent the Rearing Stallion, only to have very few people show up and leave early due to already being exhausted from Sayana’s own party. Poor Orin who had catered for both looked as if he could barely even stand after the night was over. All in all, the party was a bit of a drag and ended with Alex having a few drinks alone at an isolated table in a shady and depressing-looking corner of the tavern, despite a few select people who showed up and at least made an effort to make things better. Ranqor had heard about this and had sincerely apologized to the young man, and allowing him to take the day off. The Knight truly must have felt bad, considering that he would go so far as to ask other patrons to give their Squires some time off to spend time with Alex. Ross had his eyebrows raised in surprise, exclaiming that he didn’t want Squires to take time out of their day and possibly busy schedule just to keep him company and give him gifts. It didn’t sit well with him. Of course, this was only rewarded with another three hour-long lecture on how it was important for him to expand his social circle, since he would be fighting alongside these people in the future. For the sake of not wasting time, the Squire grudgingly complied. He sat down at a table that was located away from the rest of the common rabble, politely refusing the kind offer of a drink from one of the waitresses. Alex was not the most social person, and having so much attention focused on him was almost too overwhelming. He just hoped that he could get through the day without having a mental breakdown. |