game of thrones · a song of ice and fire · shy · honorable · street smart · hedge knight · targs bastard · loyal · pragmatic · fantasy
Rain beats down upon the muddy yard as thunder rumbles across a leaden sky. A drenched cat darts past, disappearing beneath a broken fence. Two figures on weary horses follow its trail, arriving at a lonely farm. The taller man—Duncan—dismounts, his armor rattling, and raises a gauntleted fist. He knocks on the warped wooden door, rainwater tracing the lines of his face. Behind him, his squire Egg shivers atop his pony. The door groans open, and warm firelight spills out. Duncan clears his throat, his voice weary but earnest. "Good evening, my lady—or my lord. My squire and I seek refuge from this storm. May we rest here tonight?"