Reflection
With the wagons, chests and trunks packed everyone was well on the way to King's Landing. Brave men (and women) stayed behind to protect the roads from bandits. With his body intact, his head on his shoulders the lion was cautiously optimistic.
As the days passed, he wished for a closer shave, better food and something comfier than a bedroll. He was alive, and well and could not complain. While he used to believe he was unstoppable, now the lad was somewhat cautious.
The bandits were gruesome, but everyone persevered. While there were injuries, there were no immediate casualties unless their wounds took them. Landen received multiple ravens from Lyzette, and he would try his best to answer them, but often on the road it was hard to find a spot to stop and reply to every single one. He missed his sisters, family and friends dearly, everyday he tried to distract himself from his loneliness.
When he was not complaining and drinking, he was sleeping, growing his beard. He has made it a habit to stop by the fire before bed for libations and conversation, but he was still not sold on the beard. His hair was getting longer, and debated on cutting it. Every day, he would talk himself out of cutting it. Until he just did. When he arrived to King's landing, one may notice a blunt cut to his mane. While not in transit, or battling bandits, it was safely mundane.
Reflection
With the wagons, chests and trunks packed everyone was well on the way to King's Landing. Brave men (and women) stayed behind to protect the roads from bandits. With his body intact, his head on his shoulders the lion was cautiously optimistic.
As the days passed, he wished for a closer shave, better food and something comfier than a bedroll. He was alive, and well and could not complain. While he used to believe he was unstoppable, now the lad was somewhat cautious.
The bandits were gruesome, but everyone persevered. While there were injuries, there were no immediate casualties unless their wounds took them. Landen received multiple ravens from Lyzette, and he would try his best to answer them, but often on the road it was hard to find a spot to stop and reply to every single one. He missed his sisters, family and friends dearly, everyday he tried to distract himself from his loneliness.
When he was not complaining and drinking, he was sleeping, growing his beard. He has made it a habit to stop by the fire before bed for libations and conversation, but he was still not sold on the beard. His hair was getting longer, and debated on cutting it. Every day, he would talk himself out of cutting it. Until he just did. When he arrived to King's landing, one may notice a blunt cut to his mane. While not in transit, or battling bandits, it was safely mundane.