The Tourney at Ashford

The morning sun found Derrick up and exercising, running along the shores of the Cockleswent, It seemed the best place to do so, and keep out of everyone's way. The rest of the tournament grounds was rather crowded after all, and he didn't wish to disturb any of the various lords and ladies.

The young man would continue his run for a while, his eyes open for a more secluded part of the river. After he located a nice spot, he spent a few brief moments looking around before starting to strip off his clothes. A swim was always nice after a run, and it cleaned him as well. Placing his things near the shore, he slid into the water, it was a bit chill, but that just made it more invigorating.