Choose your mode . <| sep |> That would be because the camera is moving with the plane , but the ground of course is not <| sep |> I ' m pooping , Cheryl ! Ask me later ! guaranteed a wise man had to say that at least once . <| sep |> As Lewyn CrakehallThe Red Keep ' s grounds were not one of the places Lewyn had decided to go at first , given his plan of laying low , but from what he ' d been able to gather , his brother hadn ' t yet settled in the city yet , meaning now was the only time , should he want to . Having arranged to meet their with Pate , one of the men he ' d arrived with , Lewyn made his way to the training grounds . He found his sparring partner in an oddly large bucket helm and a thick leather training surcoat , practising his sword swing . He was just about to take him aside to begin a sparring session when he noticed the man in white further down the yard , and had a better idea . Approaching the weatheredlookin knight of the Kingsguard , Lewyn hefted a blunted greatsword off the rack , placing the dulled end in the dirt and leaing against it as he cleared his throat to get his attention . Seems you picked a decent day for it , Ser . The massive knight grinned and glanced over at the dishevelled mass of straw that had once been a brand new dummy . Something you need off your chest ? I know plenty a man with nothing better for them than a good bit of training when they ' ve had nothing but shit dumped on their shoulders all day .