It was a regular day at the Prancing Pony. Guri and I had just come back from a small outing, taking care of some brigands who were hiding in the Chetwood. We had the good luck of walking in during Sansa’s shift, and she was quick to seat us and take our order. While we waited, we turned around to listen to a minstrel’s playing.

It was a thankless job being in city watch, but she knew better than to ask for applause or thanks. She chose to go into this career, knowing full well the scrutiny that came with the uniform. She wanted to protect people plain and simple. Though, sometimes she felt equivalent to a politician rather than a guard. With the complaints that people brought to her door. The job was rarely dull. Maedlossaen turned the key and opened the door to her modest abode.