This evening started off well. Our House held a celebration for their daughters coming of age. Many neighboring houses came to visit. I made many friends from amongst the soldiers of House Glover. We swapped stories of battles and skirmishes and they drank. Lots. A fight broke out at the table for the head of the house. One would think such a thing would happen at the childrens table or from an old grudge amongst soldiers. Instead, it was two knights. Shame the fight was so quick, it wasn’t even long enough to take bets on. Sigurd forced his opponent into submission rather quickly. Shortly after, I was approached by my Lord’s second son. He told us of a tournament which the Lannisters were holding. We were not directly invited, however, we could not allow a tournament to go without seeing the skill of our fine soldiers. Perhaps they will reconsider their lack of invitation when we have taken their gold. Fortunately, I had little to drink, so I was able to head for bed and get ready to take off the next day.
We left the following evening before sunset. I sent some of my best scouts ahead on the road. Our land is full of brigands and thieves trying to make a name for themselves. Even in our own lands we must assume their are enemies nearby. Shortly into the journey, I came across a few of my scouts. Some of my best. Must have been an ambush by some very skilled men. Down the road a carriage seemed to be bustling with activity. I quickly went back to our carriage to alert them that they need to prepare for engagement and I took off. Quickly, riding with me was a man all in black. I had not seen him until now, but I heard he made quite a stir in the hunt for last evenings feast. We approached the scene to find the enemy still in the process of taking prisoners. We immediately started freeing prisoners from a distance. I thought I was an excellent archer. My ally proved to have much more skill than I. One of the thieves ran off with a small child. After clearing most of the enemy, I made a dash for the child. I was able to catch up with him, perhaps too quickly or too late. I guess it would depend on how you interpreted it. As I caught up to the man, I hear him and the child scream. It was followed with a bear deciding to take our thief for a snack. Fortunately, the child was ‘saved’ by being tossed aside. I did my best to take down the bear with a single shot or at least disable him long enough to get the child and run from the bear. Instead, I only angered him. And that cost me a rib. The bear charged into me sending me backwards into the snow floor. With the bear nearly on top of me, I had to act fast. I could see killing the bear on my own would be a feat. I only needed to direct him away from the child and we could come back to save him. I ducked behind a tree, only to be scratched again. As I contemplated my next move, my new archer friend pelted the bear with three arrows bringing him to the ground. We recovered the child and went back to the camp. Perhaps we should go back and get the bear for meat or furs….
So, as I see it, I made three friends in the past couple days. A group of Glover soldiers, an archer from the wall, and a bear. The bear isn’t my friend anymore….