"It was years ago, when you were just a lad," Ian said as he began searching about the room for anything that he could use as a sack to carry supplies. A moment later, he pulled a dressing tunic from the wardrobe and tossed it on a small table before dumping the bowls of nuts, cheeses, dried fruits and other refreshments that had been prepared for Loman's visit onto the fabric of the tunic.
"During the War of Inches, the Crimson Knight left Sir Ryt Blewett badly wounded, but clinging to life so he could deliver a message to me," Ian said as he gathered up the corners of the tunic and tied them together to form a simple bundle that he tossed to his son before returning to the wardrobe for a warm cloak and anything else that might be useful when they made their escape.
