A New Assignment

"What are you looking so unhappy about?" Caerthan asked Daeron as he met the younger Guardsman at the entrance to the Sixth level barracks. "I would think you'd be over Isil for being assigned as Lord Boromir's esquire."

Daeron grimaced and gestured for Caerthan to precede him through the doorway. "I was, until I found out what one of my main duties is."

"Oh?" Caerthan set his glaive in the rack to the left of the door and removed his helmet, tucking it under his arm and gave Daeron an expectant look.

"The first job he gave me wasn't polishing his armor or cleaning his boots. It was preparing his dress uniform for evening court." Daeron told him as they made their way down the corridor towards the day room.

"What's so difficult about that? Other than about five pounds of extra silver bullion and embroidery, it's not that different from your own."

"Are you aware that Lord Boromir has two hounds? Specifically, two large, and shedding, brindle hounds? And do you know how badly shed dog hair shows up on black fabric? Especially if it's every possible colour a dog can be except black?"