*Lucaras sits in his daughters house, a decent little home outside the hedge, on a crooked chair by the hearth...*
"Well Luca... Here ye' are... on a crooked chair, with crooked knees... a crooked back, and a whole collection of crooked teeth...." He thought to himself...
*He would smile to his young, daughter as she pulls a blanket over him, leaving a cup of ale on the mantlepeice for him...*
"I used to be someone..." he mutters to himself, single lazy eye locked on the fire...
His daughter leant down to lay a kiss on his grizzled ol' grumpy face....
"You are the same man father, rest now..." She ushered to him...
He let out a weezed huff, throwing he blanket off him in a rush, getting all tangled as he rose, bringing a hand to his lower back as he groaned...
"I'll rest when I please girl!"
She seemed shocked... shaking her head as she left the room....
He hung his head in guilt... muttering to himself again.. "I've fought in battles! A warrior does not need a blanket and a pat on the head..." he run a quivering hand through his grey, shaggy hair... sighing to hear his daughter argueing with her husband in the next room...
"He needs to leave that job, and leave this house... we planned to build a family, not nurse your fathers madness!" The son-in-law annouced, he was a big lad, a lumberjack as occupation, he was a stubborn fella, lowly born with a good work ethic...
His daughter replied sharply... "My brothers are traveling, and that job is his lively hood! where would you have me send him?!"
As the argument continued, Lucaras was a little down the path, having snuck out... He was not sure what the plan was, but he headed to the barracks to see Odall, He knew it was time... The wood had gone rotten...
