Closed An Errand of Utmost Importance [Ball]

[Rodistair]

Fall 13, 513 AV

Being 13, it didn’t feel any different than being 12. And looking back, that didn’t feel any for as far back as he could remember. His childhood had been full of running errands for other knights. Why did this errand feel so different? He wandered through the city, towards the market. He stretched his arms, they ached from almost constant training, his body was covered in bruises, some hidden by his long shirt- but the black eye he had received the day before was still very noticeable, and still very painful. His patrons never went easy on the page, and why should they? He enjoyed the fights, they made him feel alive, they taught him how the world worked. He caught the stares of people passing by, and he wore the bruises with pride as they were earned in the service of the knights.

He stalked the stalls, looking for the stand he needed to find, it was just grocieres, but it was important he knew. All the errands he received were the most important thing in his life. He wanted to become a knight, so his parents would be proud- even if he didn’t see them much, he thought they were probably keeping tabs on the page. Tracking his progress, talking to his patrons, making sure he was doing his chores, and training.

He handed the grocer the money, a sack of mizas his patron had entrusted him. He took the sack of foods, and various other items, and started towards his master’s apartment. It was important that he returned swiftly.