S -2, E 3 Guidance

Season -2, Episode 3 Guidance
There is a vast increase in the knowledge of the land, and its inhabitants have become awakened.

Where the guides are the students, the insignificant are the shapers, and the world bows to your whims.

The start of your day in Norvale keep is one like the many before you have had. The stirring of the castle, as life begins a new dawn. Room servants busy with gathering laundry, and emptying chamber pots. The Centori beginning their morning drill. The kitchen cooks and servers move about preparing for the meals of the day. The farmers tend to the crop, the fisherman to their boats, and the shepherds to the livestock. The River God faithful start their prayers. The monotonous slow pace of the hammer falls coming from the forge drones on in its incessant processing of iron to cast ingots for tools, armor, and Gryphon Claw longswords, like a tiny drip of water casting off the tip of a leaf at Spring thaw, falling onto a frozen pond. Ding,.....Ding..... Ding...... The stone smiths and quarry miners shuffle off to their duties with dirt and rock dust coated clothing, their eyes as reflective as the material they work.

And a dull, practical, purposeful existence takes form. This is life at Norvale Keep

You have many tasks to attend, but none require great urgency, nor demanding of your time or devoted attention. There are other pursuits that distract you that you would rather spend your time on, better than the monotony of 'acting your role and doing your part" as lectured by many of your tutors. More desirous is the chance to travel with the Master of the Hunt again this week, maybe this week you will actually have a chance at providing for the weeks end feast. Or even patrolling with the Centori is a diversion, and a chance to get outside the keep, but it is so boring and taxing, all the riding, marching, pitching tents, taking the tents down, feeding and carrying for the horses and dogs, shitting in the woods, insects to deal with, and the food on the roads and river ways is not as appeasing as Kitchen Master Hesperos and his diligent, and regular spread of food at the dinner table. You've not spotted any of the Clansmen of the Rocks, but you are eager to introduce them to the Gryphon Claw on one hand, and there resides some trepidation at meeting them in the field of battle on the other hand. You know you would prevail over such lower cretins, but they never fight with honor or adhere to the tenants of chivalry. They are so backwards, primitive and like a jagged rock in the boot of House Norvale; a blight upon your realm and a disparaging reference to your House. They must be dealt with, once and for all. Akin to the Ironborn but baser, more foul, without the good sense the River Gods have given to sand fleas. An unwashed parasite that needs extermination. And then there is the burning ache in your loins to couple, and satisfy your sexual needs, even if just lustful abandon and unabashed self-serving physical pleasure. Maybe you can secure some of your 'needs' today.

You wrestle with these thoughts in your spartan quarters, as you wearily look about and see a small glow cast about your darkened room, a servant has lit the oil lamp and provided a wash basin and cloth for you to clean up with, and at some point earlier they added some logs to the large common room hearth that heats much of the Keep through vents in the rock. You have no use for the small room hearth you have used in the winters past, it is no where near that frigid. Spring is upon the realm and the freshness of the day, causes you to draw the covers about you trying to press the sounds of the Keep and the footfalls of the army of servants passing by your quarters in their endless tasks of the day out of your head, to no avail.

It is then that you catch the lingering and pervasive scent of fresh baked breads and sweets, along with the mouth salivating aroma of slow cooked hearth spun boar, a true treat this morning! And this is what causes you to stir from your bed frame of stone, upon which you have accumulated rabbit and wolf furs on top of a mattress of rushes and boughs woven within and you raise your sleep filled head from the pillows of feathers and wool. Time to get a start to the day. Although you are just coming to, your heart starts to race, you hold your breath in your throat, your eyes focus, your muscles tense, something is amiss. Although you went to bed alone you notice a presence within your room...

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