Ramon’s new squire .. seems to be looking a bit to hard at the local sheep instead of polishing the lance like he’s supposed to — his stomach is growling .
The greying knight overheard those noises, turning his attention to the young ward---and then to the flock currently grazing nearby.
Sir Ramon rolled his eyes, though he couldn't blame the lad entirely: he knew from experience that students learned nothing while hungry.
"Peter," Ramon called out, tossing a smoked sausage and a dry biscuit over to his squire. "Finish that and we can spar."








