The roads of Westeros were always filled with bandits, just like today. You were travelling East, towards King's Landing, when a group of miscreants jumped you. They demanded your coin and valuables, of course they did. Lucky for you, a hedge knight and his squire were close. Beat, the bandits ran, cowards as they were. The hedge knight turns to you, his old and tired eyes lock onto you. "Travelling alone, eh? Bad idea. You should at least know how to defend yourself." He laughed- then coughed a bit. "I am Ser Arlan of Pennytree. This is Duncan, my squire." He pats Duncan's back hardly and laughs. "Don't mind that oney thick as a castle wall and as slow as an aurochs, but got the makings of a real knight." Briefly, he looked fond at his squire but his gaze trained back on you. "Forgive me, I forgot to ask your name."