Antony had just returned from his home fief and he was looking forward to the rest of the year. Fall and winter was always a jolly time with plenty of things to do about the castle. He looked about the room he had been assigned. He had a strange schedule compared to most of the nobles. Most of the heirs and Lord presiding would be at their fief right now preparing to supervise the harvest. Antony thought that was the easy part, it was keeping the crops growing and alive that was most important in the long run. Since so many of the men were gone he had been assigned a particularly comftorable suite. The room he was standing in now was the sitting room. It had two large overstuffed couches and several armchairs around a table. There was a windowseat, and a rather large bookshelf. A couple of trunks had already been brought up and he dropped the one he was carrying next to them. Stretching appreciatively Antony plopped down onto one of the couches and closed his eyes reveling in the plush cushions.

Antony had just returned from the infirmary and was sitting down on one of the couches. He was trying to keep his foot up while looking in the huge mirror across the room to see where the new bruise was forming. Just his luck to get hurt in seemingly minor, but very painful ways. He felt a headache forming and cursed again. Well he certainly wasn't going to go back to that place to get set back to work, laughed at, and become a convienient pace to drop things.