Being Sir Robert's squire is rather interesting. Overall, you figure he approves of you. At times, he treats you as more of a friend than a subordinate. He laughs at the jokes you and Varys make; he even joins in occasionally. Other times he's strict, and when you say or do something that wasn't appropriate to a squire, he rebukes you for it. He seems to value honesty above all things. Other than that, trying to figure him out is nearly impossible.
After spending about three days in the Capital, Sir Robert announces that you're leaving to go to a tournament in the town of Gilbert. You and Varys pack your bags and help the servants load the wagons.
Before you leave, you look back at the Capital. You don't know how long it'll be before you return.
Two days into the journey, there's a problem. One of the wagon wheels breaks. Some of the attendees frantically try to fix it, to no avail. Sir Robert looks annoyed. They have a schedule to maintain. The tournament in Gilbert is three days from now, and they still have about a day and a half of travel left. Any major delay could run the risk of them missing the tournament. Sir Robert didn't expect to stay so long in the Capital, but when a member of the royal family asks you to attend a feast, it's difficult to decline.
The wagon driver talks to Sir Robert for a few seconds, causing Sir Robert to let out a long sigh. Varys says, "Any luck in fixing the wagon wheel?"
Sir Robert shakes his head. "They're having trouble fixing it. May take another hour or so." He looks at his map. "Looks like there's a small village not far from here, about five miles."
You rub your chin. "Perhaps we should visit, see if we can re-supply and get a new wagon wheel."
Sir Robert nods. "Wouldn't be a bad idea."
The three of you go ahead, leaving the wagon group behind. It is midday, and the sun is beginning to set. As you approach the village, you hear shouting. You step up your pace to see what all the commotion is about. People are running around in a frenzy. A group of men are ransacking the village. Sir Robert frowns. "Hill bandits. Common in these parts." Sir Robert considers what to do next, then looks sideways at you. "Think we should intervene?"