User blog:Lathagarr Stormgale/Birchleaf

Chapter One
Steward Drulain woke early, before dawn, as was his habit; for that was one of the only times he could get away from his duties as High Steward of Fairwick Castle. Donning a pale gold tunic, he tied a white silk cord about his waist and slipped on a robe of blue linen over it and looked in the mirror. He was a mouse of middle seasons but trim and fit, cutting quite a figure. After satisfying himself as to his appearance, he made his way downstairs to his personal study where he sat himself down at an ancient oaken desk.