Raoul laughed as his squire removed his armor. The lad didn't have the promise of Keladry, but he'd be a good sergeant one day. It helped to have anyone run his errands, so that he had more time to focus on trying to keep his men out of danger while still protecting Jon's realm. The lad's talent for joke eased Raoul's mind more than his ability to do menial tasks. He sighed as he dismissed his squire, eyeing the large pile of maps he needed to review. When he finally slept, Raoul dreamt of Buri, and future fat, happy children.