In the courtyard of the Hold, there sat a bored teenager. His wheat-colored hair barely rustled in the afternoon breeze as he bent over a scroll. The lad named Garlisu had finished his scribely duties and now had nothing to do. The scroll was on Lady and Lord etiquette, which seemed kind of useless in these troubling times. He sighed, amber eyes dull as he lowered the hide. Would anything exciting happen today?