- Markshire PCs:
Ederyn sitting in the barracks at his desk, stares blankly over the sea of paperwork before him. Contracts, reports, complaints, plans, plans, and more plans. At hearing the news of this ticking time bomb he politely thanks the guardsman and dismisses him. blinks. Gives a slight snarl then swats his arm across the desk, sending paperwork flying everywhere.
His elbows on the desk and his face in his hands for an hour or two, he finally stands.
“Time for a drink”
Ederyn shuffles his feet.