The sun had not even crested over the hill's of Ash Falls, as Marvyn lead his men on a morning log run. It took about a dozen men to carry each log without struggle, so he had made it extra difficult by assigning only nine men to a log today. Not carrying a log himself, Marvyn had instead brought two over the shoulder satchels, each filled to the brim with river rocks from the falls below. The burn in his shoulders and thighs was immense, sweat pouring down his face and staining his linens, he grinned as he jogged just in front of his men. The cool, moist, morning air washed over him as they crossed the top of the hill, now at the top of the water fall, the stream leading to the drop off into the plunge pool, which streamed off into a now very prosperous town below, with the imposing shadow of the castle slowly beginning to show as the sun was just beginning rise. 
"Only a little bit longer now men." Marvyn barked at his men, "Unless you don't think you can handle it!" He exclaimed with an challenging tone. 
"I think you're getting soft in you'r old age sir. I remember a time when you would never offer an out on the log run." a blonde shirtless man replied from his line.
"Ah, it's cause the captain's got his boy on the run now! He wouldn't want his wittle baby to gt huwt" another man joked, with howls of laughter quickly following. 
From the front of the center log line, a much younger lad spoke up, "Keep talking and I'll shove my sword's hilt up your ass Owyn!" Martyn barked back, not wanting his parentage to be mocked yet again. 
"That 's enough from all of ya! Or I'll have you pansies run another lap!" the captain commanded, hiding his grin, not wanting his image of a stern, brutish captain to be tainted. The men replied united, and the run continued on in relative silence to the huffing and groaning of overworked soldiers. 

After the morning run ended, Marvyn dismissed his men to report to check with their designated post for the day. Marvyn had nearly double his's the number of guard's on day patrol in the streets and in the castle itself. Lord Lannister was expected to arrive soon, and Marvyn was sure as hell not going to have some catastrophe strike under his watch. Returning to his quarters, Marvyn's mind raced with thoughts, so much had happened recently with the birthday festivities, his son's joining of the guard, and the implosion of the seven kingdoms all weighed heavily on his mind. Removing his sweat soaked clothes, he quickly bathed and dressed his casual attire, brown woolen stockings with a padded greed undershirt with a light curiass on top, and comfortable boots, meant for maneuverability. Rather than carry a blade, Marvyn has become fond of the morningstar as of late, always trying to find new ways to challenge himself. He has become quite skilled with the weapon and has come to prefer it over his blade. 

Grabbing a pile of signed and sealed letters, along with some other parchments, Marvyn left his quarters making his way through the castle. First, he found the Maester, to have all of the letter's sent by raven to their proper recipients. Next, he stuck his head into the quarters of both the young Lord and Lady to make sure they were awake and starting their days. He then made his way to the crypts, and bowed his head before the resting place of Lord Gerald, his dear friend. He whispered a small prayer for his former lord and his son, who's resting place lie only short distance from his fathers. The old soldier sat in sullen silence momentarily, taking a short period of time to talk with the gods in the presence of his oldest friend. Regaining his composure, Marvyn left the crypt and focused again on his duties. Making his way to the great hall, Marvyn passed many guard's just getting off duty, having a breakfast for dinner so to speak, they we're off to the barracks to rest before the start of their next shift. Looking to the biggest table of the hall, at the head sat Marvyn's closest compatriot, Renault. 
"Good morning m'lord!" Marvyn spoke with a tiny smile, gesturing to the serving staff for a plate of his usual breakfast meal. sitting at the open seat adjacent from Renault, Marvyn waited for his plate, holding just two pieces of bread and some eggs, accompanied by a large pitcher of water.  
"The maester is sending out ravens to the correspondents we discussed previously. I'll personally be overseeing the matter and make sure everything is in order for when the time comes." Marvyn spoke, beginning to lightly nibble on his toast. 
"I also have had new blueprint's drawn up for new watchtowers to be built on the edges of the town and around the castle." he said, sliding the rolled up parchments across the table.