The list of contracts this week had been sparse, but the pay had been worth it. A thousand new gold coins lined the chest in the corner underneath a pile of armor and furs, and he wasn’t about to complain about the stitched cut along his hip. Just a bad step, that was all. A bad step and an axe dug into your side. Still hurt, but that just meant you were breathing after all. “See what’s on the fucking menu this week...”A haggard sigh blasted the air as he started thumbing through the listings, another small pile. When he reached about the mid-way point his thumb brushed the smooth corner of a photo, and he tugged it out. Immediately his brows lifted and a breath was drawn.“Her again...The hell do her pictures keep ending up in MY hands? Probably that little shit of a squire, keeps fussing with everyone. See how much he likes jokes when I’ve cracked him across the face...Still...”He eyed her slightly rumpled appearance, looking almost as though she’d just rolled out of bed and seeming a bit annoyed about that fact. The picture was tossed aside, sliding across the wooden table to sit beside the flickering candle.“I need to find fucking work...”