Timbletin awoke on his cot.
Timbletins cot a brownish bedroll of sheep wool stuffed in a stitched up deer pelt.
His estate he inherited just gorgeous and plenty for an ogrem.
His green like skin fluctuated in his metal wears he bought from local merchants around the world of merta.
Merta the place where heroes and God's and goddesses are born.
A place of life creativity and is still in dark times.
Timbletin made himself coffee using an olden method with a great oak leaf with holes in it and a draining process that takes minutes even an hour.
Timbletin drank his coffee and thought about his day.
The window to his estate shown a rainy yet pleasant day without booms and crackles.
A consistant rain that comes down for hours.
The first daily action took place in the inner corridor of Timbletin home.
Timbletin gathered his loot from all his jobs and started organizing them into chests.
The chests were amazing and are solid steel shining of the rain filled dark shatter of a poorly lit mornings clatcher.
Each chest has a lock and a key, also steel shimmer.
Timbletin put in his chest a red sweater of fine sheep thread.
He put a golden ring of riches,a pair of sheep hide shoes,a witches hat,a boarhide leather pair of breaches,a thiefs travel knife and a black beasts deer tooth necklace.
He organized everything with integrity and patience and folded and placed each item unique.
He locked the chest and wondered to himself what ever else he may find in other jobs and if so what would the other jobs be.
The day was half way through and the rain puddles were getting bigger in a clear view out Timbletins window.
The clouds were mindshare not dark and were seen of not letting up for some time.
Timbletin had spent other time on sharpening his blade,repairing his armor,shining his steel even caressing his deadly sword to a sharp sharpening.
He spent a couple hours on his appearance and mettle and tended his hygein.
An afternoon well spent for an ogre of travels and quests that played him greatly.
He had go green appliances, a shower that worked in rainy seasons,a fireplace with a boil pot to warm water in and make soups and stews even a grill of stone to steam an egg on.
Timbletin was most pleased with the estate left by the king along with a lifetime of payed for tax dues.
Timbletin was happy and was what played a huge roll in this days wonderful morning.
Who is it, Timbletin asked.
It's the kings most loyal knight Radico.
Radico come in,come in.
The king has a job for you Timbletin.
Yes, Timbletin he does.
What is the job Radico?
The job is Fishing for the castle Timbletin.
Fishing huh Radico.
To Be Continued