PM to join Do You Have the Hunger? (Joren/Open to Squires)

[Letixia Raigner]

Spring 41, 514 Leti awoke in the morning, just before the sixth bell as usual. She found herself sore from her previous trainings, a more common occurrence now a days than it had been previously. Her training with Ser Ranqor and Kreig had spurred something deep inside of her, a yearning to get as strong as she could and become a Knight as soon as possible. She now knew that it was within her grasp to join the Order properly, and be able to make a difference, a real difference. She quickly dressed, put on her armor, and grabbed her bow and quiver. Leti knew she needed to strengthen her weaker areas, and the bow was the weakest. She sat down at breakfast, a decent handful of squires there with her, the early risers like her. There wasn't a lot of talking going on, mostly just the silent sound of eggs, cheese, and bread being torn apart. She was washing it down with water, when a particular conversation caught her ear. "Yeah, I didn't think becoming a Knight would take so long, it feels so far away." "I know right, I feel like they are just hoping we will quit or something instead of making it through, because we're not from one of the hoitytoity families." Leti slammed down her fork, feeling her temper rise. She tried to calm down, but the two squires kept on complaining about how they could never become a Knight with excuses spewing forth. They never once said anything about training harder or more often. She wasn't sure if Yahal would approve of what was about to happen, but she couldn't take it anymore. She slammed down her fork, and stood up, glaring at the two squires. "I don't know about you two but I'm going to go train instead of bitching like a couple of barmaids! Feel free to grab a horse and join me at the city gates at the seventh bell, but until then, shut the petch up!" She grabbed her plate, most of her food finished, and turned it in, storming out immediately afterwards. In a frustrated huff, she made her way quickly to the stables, giving only the minimum amount of respect required to the Knights she passed. Thankfully Igor was not being used today, and she saddled him up. His quiet demeanor and the apathetic look in his eyes helped cool her down, as she stepped up into the saddle. She led him out of the stables, and toward the Nettle District, relaxing the more she rode. She went out the gates, and waited, just off the road, as the seventh bell tolled. She didn't know if anyone would show, but she hoped so. She didn't care much for dissension, but she would help if she could.

[Joren]

Joren awoke with a start quickly followed by an embarrassing snort as the sound of slamming echoed through mess hall, his eyes scanning the room blindly as they adjusted back to the warm flicker of candlelight. He heard a raised voice fill the hall, dashing any hopes of him failing asleep again as he resumed eating his half eaten breakfast, ignoring the voice and focusing on his much more appealing bacon. Training was really starting to bring him down, it was the routine of it all that was truly killing him, waking up every morning and sometimes even before the sun had come up! He felt his entire body creak and groan with each swing, step and breath he demanded from it. As he cleaned up the remainder of his breakfast he heard the conversation resume once the disturbance had left the room.

"By the gods, what's her problem?"
"Who knows? Sounds like she's got a spear rammed up her arse and thinks sunshine spews out of it."

Joren felt his curiosity piqued by the exchange of complaints and decided to ask "What did she want?"
"Oh, some crap about joining her at the main gates with a horse, she can do whatever she wants on her own as far as I'm concerned." One of the squires replied before turning back to her friend, not caring for a newcomer in their conversation. Joren merely shrugged and stood up from his table; he was finished and heard all he needed. He returned briefly back to his dormitory to strap on his armour, shifting uncomfortably as he felt the additional weight before grabbing his crossbow and slinging a full quiver over his shoulder and heading to his stables.

It was a pleasant enough day, the bright sun could be seen beginning its ascent into the clear, blue sky expect for a few small clouds, its rays of light warming the cold stone of Syliras. The air was cool and fresh, and with no wind to be felt it was left without a bitter bite to it as Joren hopped over the pasture fence and wandered over to the barn for a horse. He was always so anxious about riding, partly because he had such little experience with the beasts but mainly because his patron had lumbered him with a miserable old mountain pony simply known as Old Nick. He tacked the animal up, taking pains to ensure that the blanket and saddle lined up, and every strap was comfortable but neither too tight or nor too loose before jamming his feet in the stirrup and mounting the grumpy sod.

He gently nudged the horse onwards; acting like it didn't faze him at all. In truth Old Nick was a pretty good example of the breed, strong and stout with a resourceful stamina but Joren couldn't help but feel his ears go as red as his hair despite the fact no-one even gave him the slightest bit of notice as they went on with their day. It took a while to reach the gates, between his reluctance to push Nick faster that a gentle amble and his own appalling balance on the leather saddle.

"Y'know it's rude to not excuse yourself first" He said with a grin as he ambled up the woman, finally getting a look at the pretty young woman on her steed "But I'll forgive you if you tell me why we're out here, and if you tell me your name love." He added with a cheeky wink, raising his crossbow to bring attention to the fact he had also come armed "Don't think you know me either, the name's Joren, I'm Ser Theron's squire."