43rd Day of Summer, 513 AV
14th Bell
Nettle District, Storage Rooms
14th Bell
Nettle District, Storage Rooms
One of the worst things about being a squire was days like this. You were the bottom the ladder, the worst of the worst. May as well have been scum at the bottom of a barrel. Even the pages were better off than the squires were. Pages were too young, too small, to be bothered with such heavy labor. Thank the gods that didn't hold true for the knights in training, huh?
He'd been grabbed to participate today because, well, he was a six foot tall man, and they needed supplies transported. Orion had learned this little tidbit about the city, and the Nettle District in particular: "The Nettle District is more than just a place with nice shops, Orion. There are several unused buildings in the district, however. Well, to call them unused would be inaccurate. The have been transformed into storage rooms. It seems we're repurposing a repaired room for just that, and we need strapping young men to help transport the barrels of dried foods, weapons, and other supplies. In lieu of that, you'll do, Orion."
Wasn't Dinah just the funniest?
Orion grunted as he bent as his knees to lift the heavy barrel. It was packed full of arrows, and Orion could only imagine what these store rooms were for. A contingency plan. What will we do if Syliras is attacked and put under siege? "Running out of arrows clearly isn't the answer.." Orion sighed and linked his hands around the wooden container before taking a deep breath and driving himself upwards to a standing position, the large barrel in his embrace.
Ohhhhh boy...
It was heavy. So ridiculously heavy. But no one was going help him, so he would have to deal with this the only way he knew how. One step at a time. "Here we go," he said, trying to pump himself up for what was to be a simply miserable time. One foot out in front of the next. Then the other. Then the other. Try not to drop the barrel. Don't drop the barrel. Please don't drop the barrel, Orion.
The burning in his thighs and calves was nearly unbearable. "Not...good..." He'd just started. This day was just underway, and his legs were going to fail already?
All he could do was push onward, barrel in tow. Down the middle of a corridor did Orion go, trying to move as quickly as he could so he didn't fall over from exhaustion, but not so fast that he lost his balance. Hopefully no one would get in his way, because he was unlikely to notice them or be able to stop.