Chapter 46: Finding a smith
Irwin slowly woke to a muted conversation. His body felt warm and cozy below the thick blankets, and the sensation of his clean skin against the coarse fabric made him want to stay put. Slowly the memories of the previous day came back.
Right, I was in the bath way too long, he thought as he stretched his body and blinked a bit. The dim pale light in the room showed it was probably early morning, and as he took a deep breath, he smelled something familiar in the air. A crisp, cold and clear scent… The scent of-
Snow!
Irwin clutched the blankets tight as he sat upright and looked around. Daubutim stood near the window with another young man wearing dark green leather armor.
"Ah, your cousin has finally decided to wake," the man said as he grinned. "Orwin, right? Good morning. I'm Pytin It Groudin, son of lord It Groudin. From the capital?"
Irwin blinked twice, then nodded slowly. "Orwin," he said, not sure if he should add Coulwater behind it and deciding not to.
"Yes, so I've heard. I've also heard that you are still injured and won't be joining us today. A shame, but I'm sure after the carded-healers have a look, you can join us tomorrow," Pytin said.
With a slight smile, he turned to Daubutim. "So, as he is awake now, can we go?"
Daubutim stared back, then turned to Irwin. "I'll be training most of the day. Are you going to be alright?"
Irwin stared at him, noting the worry in the others' eyes. He grinned and nodded. "I'll be fine. I'm feeling a lot better. I'll see if I can find a smithy."
"Good. Be careful," Daubutim said before turning to Pytin. "Let's go."
The other noble raised an eyebrow at Irwin but didn't comment, and they walked out.