<strong>Sebastian Archambault</strong>Servant’s Quarters,<br/><br/><br/>Sebastian awakes with the sun rise with a grunt as he struggles to sit up. His arm stiff from a night sleeping on his back in the decrepit conditions of the servant’s quarters has not helped his mood much. Even after the lovely meal his sister fixed for him the night before.<br/><br/>At the racket of bleating sheep the big smith steps outside to the front lawn, shoulder still in its makeshift sling, to search for Aron & Eriq. He had not bothered to put himself through the torture of trying to done a shirt. The angry red wound from the arrow throbbed with every breath but he paid it no mind. There was work to be done.<br/>