(Okay I'll post then?)
Ayanna crawled out of her barrel, rubbing her head and blinking in the morning light. Her clothes were tattered and made of patches that were sewed on of different colors, but they were all dirty. Her face had streaks of dirt and her arms, and she also had scratches. I've never slept worse..
She thought as she winced and shielded her eyes from the sun.
Vick got up from his bed, which was not very comfortable, but atleast he wasn't a stupid peasant. Stretching, he got out of bed, standing at his tall height and walking out of his room. He shook his hair out and boredly combed his fingers through it, as he had slept in his black suit so he had no reason to change.
Maximus stood by the gates of the castle, smirking under his helmet. He was eager to fight any assassins who dared venture into the gates of the castle. He tightened his grip on his spear.
"The more I get to know people, the more I like my dog." - Mark Twain