Sir Carwyn Belvin yawned as he sat in his saddle, watching the long train of carts and wagons making its way along the dirt road from the Village of Raek to Hanrahan Town. There was a faint morning breeze that ruffled his tawny hair as he watched over his villagers and he relished in the feeling of the cool air on his clean shaven face, enjoying the respite from the heat of his heavy chain armor and the layers of padding beneath it.
The trip would have been even worse at the height of summer, he thought, but then again, in summer they wouldn't have needed to contend with dismal weather and the poor condition of the road that led from Raek to Hanrahan.
