Tiernah frowned briefly as she accepted the lukewarm bowl of cooked oats from the the lanky friar who offered them to her.  She carefully schooled her face in in a smile of gratitude and offered her thanks to the man who was only working with the meager funds he had available to care for the veterans housed there.  This place was a far cry from the glories of the battlefield or the bright pagentry of the jousting field.  It was where many of the impoverished and low born soldiers ended their…