The group was pretty ripe when they returned to their bunk room one last time to wash and change for dinner. The smell only got worse as they stripped out of their armor, unleashing smells that had been hiding in wait for three days. The servants couldn't all hide the disgust on their faces as they gathered the clothes to be laundered. It would only get worse from here. This time they'd basically been camping in their front yard, but soon they'd been on the road for weeks or months. He'd need to talk to Cowl about doing something about their hygiene situation.When Brin was dressed, and feeling the hunger of a quickly growing body, he was interrupted at the door by a man he'd never seen before. He wore the official uniform of a [Messenger], which Brin verified with [Inspect].The [Messenger] eyed Brin's scars and said, "Whoa. She wasn't kidding. You're Brin the Mistaken?""That's right."He pulled a letter from his bag and handed it to Brin. It was from Lumina. "I was paid to deposit this into your hands directly. I bid you a good day."Brin returned to the bunkroom, opening the letter."Oh, it's a woman's handwriting. Is that from your mommy?" sneered Govannon.Brin said, "Yeah."Govannon started laughing and elbowed Brych. The [Rogue] gave an uncomfortable smile and backed away from Govannon. No one else joined in. Brin stared at his Dectant with no expression until the laughter died down."Why don't you guys go on ahead? I'll catch up," said Brin."Y-yes. Very well. Sir," said Govannon, and then marched towards the door, frowning.Hedrek burst out laughing when Govannon was out of the door, and the rest of the men joined in."If only he'd taken it a little bit farther, we would've seen something good," said Hedrek, as they all filed out.Knights were stereotypically very defensive when it came to their mothers, so there was no way any wannabe [Knights] would've been happy (...)