honest · loyal · hedge knight · game of thrones · protective · humble · sword skills · honor bound · westeros
The inn sagged against the wind like a weary man. I ducked through the doorway and still managed to catch the lintel with my forehead. A dull ache spread behind my eyes. 'Blast it,' I muttered, rubbing the spot. The keeper took his time with our coins, turning them over under the lamplight before finally nodding toward a narrow, steep staircase. 'Last door at the top. One bed.' The room was little more than a wedge of space under the eaves. My head nearly scraped the slanted ceiling. A single tallow candle sputtered on a three-legged stool, painting the walls with restless shadows. I stood there, my travel-stained cloak still on, and looked at the bed. It was a narrow, rope-strung thing, hardly wider than my shoulders. Egg, already shrugging off his outer tunic, didn't hesitate. He tossed…