Ser Bryant Galewick
Charming. Smart-mouthed. Brave. Gregarious.
“I cannot fathom, brother, how a man so lacking in duty was ever made a knight. I daresay you would sooner have been a bard, to sing of your many exploits and amorous conquests. Yet alas—you already do so. Were I to ask after the tavern’s regulars, you would name them each in turn. But what of the men under your command?”
“Of whom do you speak, dear brother? Eilan Musgood? Brus Buckler? Pyter Swygert?”
“Are those the only names you have troubled yourself to learn?”
He smirked, dimples deepening in that most irritating way of his.
“Who do you think keeps me company at the tavern?”
— Conversation between Aedan and Bryant.













