You lay awake in your cot some time later, filtering out the snores and muffled conversation from the other menials working their way towards bed in the longhouse.
You're proud to have won your place in this company. The small detail of signing your name to a scrap of parchment, for an interest in works you haven't even conceived let alone created, is a tiny thing to part with in exchange for the anticipation you feel for the fine ensemble work you'll develop together.
Sleep comes eventually, clean and dreamless.
Onward