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27 years old today. Only three years of my 20s left. Where did all that time go?
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So apparently, if you use a tooth with a filling in it to chew toffee, the toffee can become sicky enough to pull the filling out.
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"30 pence..." Sir Shane murmured to himself as he fished the requested amount from his purse. While he did so, Sir Shane looked up at the server. "Yes please." Sir Shane answered the server's question as he finished retrieving the coin and handed it off to the server. The knight's hand then returned to the still open coin purse and hovered over the opening. "How much are the rooms here?"
"Thank you kindly." Sir Shane said before pulling out his coin purse. "While I've heard that the first mug of beer is free for fresh arrivals here, I assume you'll still be charging for the stew and carrots." The knight added. "How much would that be?"
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"Precisely." Sir Shane said in response to the man saying that Barley town was no court for nobles. One of the empty tables happened to be right next to them, so Sir Shane pulled the nearest chair out from under that one and sat down.
Sir Shane tensed slightly as the server approached him. Though as the man revealed himself to be just as nervous a Sir Shane was, the knight relaxed, gave a polite nod to the attempted bow, and waited patiently for the server to say his piece. "A bowl of stew and a mug of beer for me, please. And some carrots for my horse if you have any." Sir Shane requested once the server fell silent. "Also, you needn't refer to me as lord. I am but a humble knight. Sir Shane will do just fine."
The ride from Fairpoint to Barleytown had been a lengthy yet peaceful journey. One that had done well to prepare Sir Shane the Shy for the next challenge he would face. Though not nearly as large as Stormhelm, Barleytown was still the largest settlement that appeared on the map of the Dales. That meant a lot more people he'd have to pass by. Which in turn meant a higher likelihood that the sight of a knight from north of the Bridge would make someone curious enough to come strike up a conversation. Something he rarely enjoyed all that much. Though at least it wasn't anything like what he would have had to endure if he'd stayed in the city.

Thankfully, though many a curious glance had been cast his way as he rode into town and made for the Goatbeard, no one had actually stopped to chat. When he arrived at the inn, Sir Shane guided his horse to a set of hitching posts set up near the entrance and dismounted as his loyal charger lowered her head and began to drink from one of the water troughs that had been left there for the horses. "You did well today, Flutter." Sir Shane quietly praised his equine companion while gently stroking and patting her neck. "You've more than earned a drink. I'll get you some more carrots next chance I get, too."

Leaving Flutter to her rest, Sir Shane made for the front door of the inn. With any luck, he wouldn't need to stay long or speak with many people before finding what he had come in search of, be it the source of the rumors or another step on the trail to the true source. And so Sir Shane uttered a quiet prayer for luck as he reached the Goatbeard's door, opened it, and made his way inside.


For the reason why Sir Shane the Shy has come to the Dales, you need only look to his moniker. Despite his bravery, Sir Shane suffers from crippling social anxiety. So when he found himself inundated with invitations to all manner of ball, gala, and courtly function at the onset of his first social season in Stormhelm after becoming a knight, he predictably found this deeply troubling. To make matters worse, he couldn't just decline the invitations. He needed a valid reason to excuse himself from attending, lest he offend the nobles that invited him.

That's where the Dales come in.

Since a number of the most popular luxuries in Stormhelm arrive on the Shiverwash from south of the Bridge, the recent rumblings of strange and mysterious things awakening in the Dales have the city folk worried about the flow of their favorite imports being effected by whatever superstitions have set the Dalespeople on edge. And so Sir Shane has decided to embark on a quest to investigate the Dales and ensure the imports continue to flow as a way to get out of his social obligations without wounding anyone's pride.

His main motivations are to live up to the standards and ideals that all Knights of Stormhelm are held to, conduct himself with all the honor expected of his station, stand his ground and show no fear against the evils of the world, and also to avoid social situations as much as possible.

As for personal goals, Sir Shane does recognize that being as shy as he is is a problem. So he is definitely looking for a way to deal with that.
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