Ten
Escaping Wincaster
Summer 961 MC
Thomas Krickland had been a soldier most of his life. For the past five years he had been placed on the western gate, and though it wasn't the most demanding of jobs, it had its fringe benefits, for more than one person would tip a guard to let them pass unnoticed.
This evening had been particularly interesting, for no sooner had he come on shift than word came from the Palace ordering the gates closed. As a consequence, the farmers trying to return to their farms were backed up for three blocks.
It had taken multiple notes to the Palace to straighten out the situation and then, finally, a man named Sir Bullard had arrived to get things moving.
He was an imposing man, taller than most, with thick arms and a massive chest. Being a typical knight, h
