Summer 1095 SR
Charlaine tossed and turned all night, not due to anything on her mind but rather to the oppressive heat of the room. By morning, she was sweating profusely, despite having thrown off her covers.
She rose, using the basin to freshen herself, then dressed, putting on the simple cassock of her order. Ordinarily, she would have been expected to wear armour while on duty, but as a new knight, she had to wait until it was crafted.
Prayers took up a portion of the morning, then they gathered the wagon and horses and proceeded back into the streets of Rizela.
“Are we to return to the outpost?” asked Charlaine.
“Not yet,” said Cordelia, “we’ve a few stops to make first.”
“Which are?”
“We need to pick up some supplies, mainly food, but I want to visit the smith first. We need
