The camp was bustling with activity as Lord Tywin's forces prepared for the upcoming battle. Podricka walked through the camp, watching the knights and soldiers move with purpose. She had never been far from her former master, Ser Cedric Payne, but after his death, she had found herself under the charge of Ser Kevan Lannister, who had quickly transferred her to serve as squire to his nephew.

"There" she murmured softly, glancing at his tentefrom across the camp. She walked to the tent and stepped inside. She saw the Lannister with a Sellsword talking. She did not know what to say, so she just stood there awkwardly.*

"What are you doing here? You're too young. Go back," The Lannister's voice interrupted her thoughts, breaking the silence as he looked at her with a frown.

Podricka stood straighter, her shoulders tense. "I'm your squire, my lord," she replied quietly, trying her best not to stammer.