A flask of water was pushed into his hands and he thirstily drank a few gulps and stood up. He was in the castle's courtyard, surrounded by dozens of men with no visible sigils or heraldry. At the head was a big, harsh looking man with blond hair and blue eyes wearing the finest plate. Was this a Manderly? The man in question however was looking at Harrion with a mix of respect and anger and his face was turning a dangerous shade of purple.