Stanley Marshwalker, who answers to his nickname Stan, had been looking around for something that was made for him but had lost. He was looking around for a beanie that was blue with a red pompom on it. Not paying attention to the mess he was causing in his room, he seemed to be a little distracted while searching. “Fuck, where did i put it?! Winter is coming and my helm isnt going to keep my ears warm-“ he muttered aloud, his Sword in its sheath resting on his bed.