Dianne
"We are. Sir Bryan is coming back to his homeland, while I'm here to look for a way to earn my living. With some luck, a noble or the royal bureaucracy could use the skills of a meister."
Ralph
" Just minding my own business," The young knight said as he respectfully nodded. " I accompany this man on the way since I didn't mind about it. " He pointed out.
Stacey
-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

"Very kind of you young sir Bryan."

Hubert smiled, reminiscing an event ages past.

"Felix, have you had any luck finding work here? I'd offer you a position at my county, but I'm not sure what I'd need your services for exactly."

Hubert once more, sipped at his mug of ale.
Dianne
"A meister can do many things: I can keep track of taxation, mananage finances and spending, or act as a political advisor. I'm also well versed in the arts of medicine.

I came here planning on visiting the royal bureau tomorrow, but your offer is tempting.

How is your county like, Sir Hubert?"
Stacey
-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

"Well, its not too large If I'm being honest, a small walled off castle, in a state of well- absolute disrepair, there are my retainers and farmers that live on the land, totaling to about forty good people, mostly women and children.
Its not much, but its homely at the least."

Hubert seemed to ponder once more.

"Does my quaint homestead pique your interest? It seems you have some skills I may make use of."

That moment a waiter passed Hubert.

"Excuse me barmaid, fetch me some food would you?"

She scurried back to the kitchen.
Dianne
"Depends on the jobs, and the pay. I am from the Melsoh, so do not fear a big expense. I'm used to living in poverty.

What do you say Bryan? I bet the old knight could use some skilled muscle, since...― Reed realized the implications of what he was suggesting ―no offense lord Horace."
Ralph
Without a word, Sir Bryan gave an respectful nod to Kiervan who stood beside him. " Very well, " He spoke obediently. " After all, I has nothing to do these days. I don't mind helping out my seniors." He pointed out, looking back at the elderly knight with a smile upon his face.
Dianne
They all agreed to follow the old knight in the morning, and so was a night spent in the rusty pails. It wasn't a quiet night. Kiervan could swear he could hear steps outside his room and raking on the walls.
It was hard to sleep among thieves.

🌙 —🌤️ 

When the morning came, Hubert was already awaiting the young men.
The old knight was diligent, having prepared not just his own luggage, but some of theirs as well.
Stacey
-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

Hubert looked his companions over.

"My my, not quite the early morning birds I was expecting!"

Hubert chuckled to himself.

"Regardless, we must be off early, its quite a ride to my homestead, I assume you both have horses?"

-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

Hubert visibly frowned for a moment.

"Ah, no matter, as long as you can keep up.
If you have anything that need carrying, say so now, I'll have my retainer carry it."

Hubert clapped his hands, and a young boy came running, facing the floor, so as to not offend Sir Bryan.

"Ready the horses Patsy, with haste boy!"
Ralph
Sir Bryan stood along side the elderly knight at his side as he drags the veins of his horse over here. The horses kept letting out neigh noises that Bryan has to ran his fingers across its hairs. 

" Easy, " He said, trying to reassure his horse. Sooner or later, the young knight later climb it onto the saddle by himself. " Huh, you has servants. " The young knight remarked about it. " I commonly travel alone by myself. But I do has a friend, who is considered to be my squire. But he's away for something else. " He pointed out.
Stacey
-Sir Hubert "The Bright" Horace- (The Rusty Pail).

Seeing Bryan outside now, Hubert too leaves the Rusty Pail, and mounts his horse.

"I always travel with Pat, he's a- valuable fellow."

Hubert grabbed the reins of his horse.
Felix mounted his mule behind the two nobles.

"To Harronhearth we go!"

Hubert spurred his horse to a trot, his two companions following close behind.
Patsy, not owning a horse himself jogged behind the group.

[TIMESKIP] (Harronhearth).
Ralph
" Hya! " With that being said, Bryan drags the vein of his horse and let out a whip as a means for the horse to run as he heads out toward their new destination.