Throdo of Ager rests in his castle, soon to be awoken by a local peasant boy with a tattered piece of parchment. Throdo rubs his eyes, splashes his face with warm water than looks at the boy. He takes the parchment and gives the boy one golden horen. He stands from his bed and out of his bedchamber he goes, parchment in hand. He goes to the rooftop to view the festivities of the Crownlands, then returns to his chambers to prepare for his arrival.
A couple minutes later, the old lord climbs upon his steed and rides towards the Royal Ball. An hour it takes to ride his horse towards the party. Throdo sighs, not seeming joyed at the fact at all, but continuing to ride he goes. He arrives to grand entrance of the Ball, he gives his steed to the peasant, then presenting yet again 1 golden horen. The Herald announces loudly, "Lord Throdo Therving has Arrived!" Throdo walks into the Ball, tired constantly, and sees Lord Denims at the entrance. He drags himself towards him to greet his friend..
"Ah.. Lord Denims.. Pleasure.."