Darron grunts as he pulls on his boots and laces them up
There was an old knight back home in the Reach – Ser Barrish Bole – past his prime even when I was a squire, but wisest man I ever met. He used to have this saying that he’d tell me whenever he caught me with a scowl.
“Darron! A man should thank the Seven everyday that he wakes up with a chicken in his hand and a goat in his heart!”
It always cheered me up. Not a fucking clue what he meant, of course. But as I’ve grown older I think about it more and more.
Darron stands up quickly and buckles his belt. He leaves his sword and scabbard lying on the table
Maybe what Ole’ Ser Barrish was sayin’ is that when life hands you sunny days, just be content to wear out your boots going between the soup shop and the tavern. Don’t go pointing fingers at friends and don’t go tryin’ to kill dogs.
Darron wraps a cloak around his shoulders and sighs
These fucking kids have a lot to learn.
He strides out into the night