Adamar groaned as the blissful silence of sleep was shattered at the deafening announcement of morning by the rooster nesting just outside his window. “Gods I hate that bird.” He growled as he squinted his eyes shut tighter as if he could will the bird to silence by sheer spite. Then another groan sounded as the tiny bundle burried under the furs beside him stirred. Adamar gently lifted the covers and smiled as Gale rolled over in protest to the sudden rush of cool air. “Morning buddy.” Adamar said, ruffling the child’s white hair before forcing himself out of bed. “You know, one of these nights your gonna have to learn to sleep in your own bed.” The boys response was an annoyed groan as he rolled himself up into the now vacant furs. “C’mon, it only gets harder the more you fight it. Get up.” He scooped up the little child burrito of furs and slung it across his shoulder which prompted a tired fit of laughter. “Noooo! The suns not even up yet!” Gale protested, wiggling around like a cat caught in a pillow case. “Early bird gets the worm. Which in this case, we get breakfast. So stop wiggling and go wash up.” Adamar said, strolling out of the bedroom and into the main interior of the simple rustic farm house. He smirked as he set the bundle of furs down on the ground and firmly grabbed one end and forcibly rolled gale out of the bundle. “Waffles, or bacon and eggs?” Adamar asked, hoisting Gale to his feet and thrusting those furs into the boys arms. “Both!” Gale said, waddling back into the bedroom to toss the furs onto the bed. “Alright, both it is. Now, wash up and get dressed. After breakfast we got chores.” Adamar said, already working at stoking the flames of the fire place.
Just as the sun was beginning to crest the horizon, Adamar ushered Gale out the front door, little wooden sword in hand. “Alright, go round them up for feeding.” Adamar said as he began to make his way towards the small shed adjacent to the large fenced field besidet the house. “Bruuutus! Cmere boy!” Gale shouted as he began to run towards the large gate leading into the pasture. The boys yell was answered by a distant ‘baaah’ and the sound of a bell quickly approaching. Gale climbed between the fence just as the large Goat came jogging up to him. “Good morning Brutus. Wes got responsibility today!” Adamar watched from the doorway of the shed as Brutus laid down on all fours and allowed Gale to climb up onto his back, a wide smile on his face. Brutus rose as soon as Gale hand a firm hand on the chain that held that large bell in place around its neck. “Okay Brutus... Chaaaarge!” Gale pointed his wooden sword towards the open pasture and the herd of goats that were all sleeping in a large group. Brutus obeyed with a mighty “Bleeeeaaah” before moving to round up the pack and herd them towards the feeding pens. “Remember, we don't smack the goats with our swords!” Adamar yelled after the two.
Westfall has earned itself quite a bad reputation over the years. But Adamar couldn't see himself living in any other place now as Gale and himself walked the main road leading into Brushwind. “Morning, Sir Adamar!” Called a wrinkled old man, adorned in a set of overalls pushing a large oxen pulled plow. “Morning Henry. And how many times do I have to tell you, were neighbors so you can just call me Adam.” The old man spat into the dirt and grinned. “I’ll call you whatever I damn well please. But since yer keen on bein so neighborly.” Henry pointed off towards the barn in the distance. “Termites done mah loft in finally. Came crashin’ down two days ago. Think ya give me a hand?” Adamar stopped and leaned on the fence for a moment as Gale continued to fight some imaginary monster with his wooden sword. “Your wife bakes up a couple loafs of that honey oat bread and I’ll bring my tools over tomorrow morning.” Adamar said, already tasting that delecious bread. “Ohh! Ohh! Can we bwing some honey bread for Kaira?” Gale asked as he ran up and tugged on Adam’s pant leg. “Of course. You can share your loaf with her when I take you to Southwatch tomorrow. I think she will like that very much.” Adam said as he once more ruffled the boys white curls and gestured that they continue down the road. “I’ll make sure to throw in some pumpkin spread for ya and the boy. Thank ya, Sir Adamar. Light bless you and yours.” Henry said before going back to his plowing. “Light Bless, Henry. See you in the morning.”
“Fadir?” Gale asked, looking somewhat puzzled as he ceased his sword play to take ahold of Adams hand. “Why don't you have someone else help Mr. Henry? And.. and, why don't you like him calling you Sir. I want to be called Sir when I become a knight!” Adamar couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned down and scooped Gale up, perching him atop his shoulders. “Son, if you have the ability to help someone don’t you think you should?” He waited for a response, which he was happy came pretty quick. “Yah.” Gale said as he rested his arms atop Adamar’s head. “When you grow up, if the path of Knighthood is still something you wish... then you will learn that its not always fighting monsters, and saving princesses. Though there will be plenty of that, its the small deeds and acts of kindness that truly earns the peoples respect and love.” Adamar said, giving Gales legs a gentle squeeze. “We fight to put a little bit of goodness back into the world. One... act at a time. And for who?” Gale thrusted his sword into the air, nearly falling back if Adamar did not have a firm grip on him. “For.... THE PEOPLE!” Adamar beamed, nodding his head proudly. “That's right, for the People.” Then gale whispered, causing Adamar to laugh. “And hoooney bread.”