Matthias grunts, wincing with the force of Ser Adrian's blow. Not saying a word, he trots back, grabbing a second lance. Raising it high, he signals to Ser Adrian that he is ready. Spurring his mount, Matthias lifts up, hoping the little extra height will give him the edge in this next pass.
Ser Adrian is ready for the second pass glad to see his opponent is taking it well, but it is clear by now who is going to win the match.
Maneuver: Standard
Passive Ride 16
AR 10
Health 11
Keep 4 20 = 2 DoS
vs. Tn 9 Pass
18 Damage
Darne managed to tag his own hit in before Lord Frey's lance dug through his armor and into his shoulder causing him to fall from his horse. The hit was painful but the jarring from the fall almost caused him to go unconscious. He reflexively grabbed at the bit of lance still in him but caught himself before he tried to pull it out.
He laid there for what seemed like an eternity, though only a few seconds passed, before he began to get wearily to his feet. If it weren't for perhaps the shock of the situation, he would likely not be able to. He grimaced as he looked over at Lord Frey before looking the royal audience and giving a polite bow. He began to walk towards the other side of the arena, his shield arm grabbing the lane post to keep himself steady as he made his way off the pitch.
NPC's rolls
Prince k5
Princess k5
Queen k5
Lord Tully k5
Lady Sarra Deddings k5
Lord Domeric k4
Lady Tully k4
Lord Blackwood k4
Lord Aaron Dannett k4
Lord Ryden Hawick k4
Ser Ruban Lychester k4
Lord Ormund Hightower k4
Konrad’s Lugus k4
Ser Derrock Swann k4
Ser Alayne Vance k4
Ser Gyles Belgrave k4
A roar of applause from the smallfolk and several nods from the lords, other men would have probably died from that blow, but Darne had survived... barely...
What seemed to be long time Maester Lucen runs to his lordling aid and help him of the tourney field "Lord Darne don't pull it out, let us get you to the pavilion" Maester Lucen glances above his shoulder for a second and nods continue to taking you to the pavilions while the other members of your House are still competing.
Much to Maester Lucen surprise lady Sofia with some knights of House Blackwood make an entry to the pavilion to see Darne "My lord, what a terrible accident, I was hoping to see you tonight, but we have been caught dealing with the aftermath of my former marriage and such things, but I am here now when it matters"
Sans Maester Lucen, Ser Weyland heads to the Pavilion of House Estren.
As Weyland walks he considers the stupidity of what he is about to do, This is likely a trap but what can I do, if I refuse their offer I will offend them further. If this be my day to die, I will do so with dignity the name of my deceased beloved on my lips. May the Seven light my path.
Darne groaned a bit as he finally got someone to help carry his sorry butt off the field. He was at least grateful for the applause and when he was well supported he gave a wave to the small folk in appreciation.
When he was finally off the field he thanked the maester and shook his head "I knew I should've forfeited that round, I worried that Lord Frey might have a bit of a grudge. I hope he at least vented all the anger he may have had with that one blow..[b]" he said quietly.
He tensed up when he saw Lady Sofia and the knights and gave her a genuine albeit pained smile. "[b]My Lady, you honor me. Seeing such a beautiful sight after a close call makes me reconsider if the Seven had come to guide me home after all..." he said wearily. "If you find yourself able to get away for the night, I would not mind some company, I may not be up to going to the ball and dancing but I think I manage enough civility for a quiet dinner with good company." he said as he leaned back in the chair and let the Maester do his work. "I think I shall surrender this armor and the horse as is to Lord Frey, I feel he has more then earned it...blood and all" he said looking around for a page to deliver the armor and gather up the spare horse and send them where they need to go.
Garran arrives just in time to see Darne take a painful hit in his shoulder. Grimacing, Garran abandons his plan to speak to Lord Domeric about what had happened at the Throwing contest, and instead moves to help Maester Lucen get Darne to the pavilion. Upon Lady Sofia's entry, he bows to her and remains silent, off to the side.
Matthias growls as Ser Adrian's lance shatter's on his shield, wood splinters finding seems in his armor, digging into his shoulder. Leaning in his saddle, Matthias turns his mount about riding back toward Ser Adrian.
"Ser Adrian, I'm finished. But I have never not finished before. I wish to keep my honor intact. What say you?"
Ser Adrian nods "So be it Ser Matthias" both knights make a soft pass for the last tilt so that Ser Matthias honor remains and he is able to finish the match.
Ser Adrian is declared the winner without a doubt.
Ser Matthias, perhaps we can have a drink or two when you come to pay the ransom?"
Matthias sits tall in the saddle for the final pass, nodding to Ser Adrian as they draw near.
We shall drink to your victory this day. Matthias replies, saluting Ser Adrian before heading to see Maester Lucen.
Finishing his ride till the end and saluting his victory towards the watchers as well giving an appropriate salute to his opponent.
Collecting his palfrey a bit later and moving to bring his horse to feed it and prepare himself till later evening events as well preparing himself to speak with rest of possible candidates for the position of seven
A guard stops you at the pavilion "What do you want Ser? asks the guard on an even tone, not recognizing you at all, but knowing you for a knight somehow.
Weyland nods to the guard, "I was asked to attend to Lord Estren at this time. I am Ser Weyland Wylde".
"Ser Weyland to see m'lord Estren"
Ser Joseph Estern answers the call "Ser Weyland "the Lacking", you may come in, my father is at the joust, but as heir of House Estren I was asked to receive you in his stead" walking you into the main tent and small meal of blood sausages and some local wine, food meant to insult as being simple and something you'd expect at the Drunken Huntsman, not a pavilion.
If Ser Weyland is insulted he does not show it keeping his composure.
"Ser Joseph. I had hoped to meet with my former Lord Father in Law, your Father. However, I am just as happy to attend to you.
I appreciate the bounty laid before me. The Seven bless your fine House.
I did not come here for a meal though Ser Joseph. I came here to explain my behavior so long ago. An explanation I know is long overdue.
I fear I cannot change the mistakes I have made in the past, only try to make up for the damage I have caused in the future.
As I prayed to the Seven this morn, I pondered the nickname you have coined for me, I fear it may be more fitting than you know or that I would care to admit. Failure to own up to our own faults is the sign of a boy not a man, a lack of honor for which I bear great shame".
I sit at the table across from Ser Joseph.
He sips some of his wine while he listens "No, years have passed Ser Weyland, you let the wound fester and now it's beyond repair, no words you can utter change that, your family has picked up for you, as your father knows the law all to well, and reparations are being made, but your insults will be forgiven when I can piss on your grave" taking one of the sausages "Then you would not eat the food of my table that I offer another slight, but we are under Tully's roof not Lannister's or Estren's to have acted upon it, save your self pity and moment of enlightenment or maturity if you wish to call it that, but until you die there is NOTHING! You can do to move House Estren position towards you, just be happy we are in Tully's lands and this is what my father wished to say to you, there is no forgiveness to be had only spite and vengeance"
Weyland sighs, "I do not refuse the food you offer nor do I seek to insult you further Ser".
Weyland takes a plate and begins to dig in to the sausage also pouring himself some wine. He eats and drinks in silence for a time.
"Do you wish to hear what I have to say or have you said your peace Ser Joseph?" he pauses again eating and drinking.
Weyland continues, "No. I have come to say what I have come to say regardless of whether you wish to hear me or not. It is the truth I swear it on my mothers life and on my wife's grave.
I loved Ilya, more than words can explain. While she drew breath I did not lay with another woman. Never, not once ever!
To lay with another so soon after her death is something I admit I should not have done.
You and I got along once. Surely my folly is not one that befits death as a punishment. Were Ilya to have lived through that childbirth we would still be married and you and I brothers.
I have great respect for you, surely you can see the truth in these words even through the haze of hate which binds your heart.
It is not self pity that drives me but the realization that a man must make amends for the sins of his past if he is to have a future. Even my own brother by blood looks upon me as you do now. I have lost a great deal from the mistakes I have made.
Do you not think that perhaps by performing some task I can remove the stain that stands between our Houses? Between you and I? Between I and your Father? I seek not to shower you with words but to offer service as reparations.
My skill with the Blade is known to you and yours, evidenced just yesterday in a duel which I know you were witness to. If I fail at such a task then piss on my grave you shall but if I am to succeed then my debt be paid in full.
If such a thing interests you I can see my own father to ascertain the legality of this offering."
I continue to eat and gauge his reaction.
"It would take me more time to explain the feeling of what your actions have left, but sure I will listen to what you have to say even if it would just be to give me more reason to loath you"
Listening to Ser Weyland story he does not seem moved or changed in his appearance, continuing to sip from the wine.
"Yes, kill yourself and rid us of your existence would suffice, but I don't see that happening any time soon now will I?" looking at Ser Weyland with the same look, unchanging.
"Our Houses? You are of Naelareon, we have no quarrels with them Ser Weyland, should you still serve under House Wylde... that would be different and this matter long settled in a different way, but you fled and your father aided your escape from our swords and wrath, instead we had to settle for much less, now that he is also Master of Laws. In regards to service, you cannot offer me that without leaving your current lord and that would be your last folly, since he has defended you well so far." he smirks
"A blade a yours is powerful, and a duel is an easy way out for you, but no I won't let you think you can just demand duel as if you are the offended party, but do not worry we will cross blades one day. War is coming. Blood will be spelt." putting his cup down.
"I think you have over stayed your welcome"
"As I had never broken my vows to my wife my soul would join with hers and that of our unborn child in the light of the Seven. For eternity would we be together, Ilya and I. Even in your blind vengeance would you be thwarted in your ambitions should I fall on my sword here and now.
To set the record straight, I left my father's side months after what took place with Ilya. If you wanted a part of me or my House, you had ample time to get it while I was still present. I left my House due to disagreements with my father, not due to your Houses poor feelings for what took place after my beloved wife died. If you wish to continue to hold onto your hatred, do so, what a bitter life it is to lead.
Ilya would never have held onto her hate for so long. I knew her far better and more intimately then you did Ser.
Again I beseech you, in the name of the Seven, it does not have to be this way between us. I do not deny that you have a right to be angry but I do deny that my crime is one which should be punishable by death".
Intrigue - Persuasion [Convince Ser Joseph to Listen to Reason]
Initiative 3
Defense 12
Composure 9
"Yes, well she is not here to speak now does she, very convenient to think for a dead that can't speak for himself"
Disposition: Malicious (DR 7)
Objective: Deceit
Initiative:
Intrigue Defense: 14
Composure: 12
Initiative
"I know this because we discussed my behavior before our marriage. She was planning on adopting my eldest once our first son was born of course"
"Like I said Ser Weyland, the dead don't talk so anything you say that you spoke in privacy, there is no way to verify it now is there"
"I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt"
Disposition: Malicious (DR 7)
Objective: Deceit
Initiative: 9
Intrigue Defense: 14
Composure: 12
Keep 4 19 - 2 DoS
Damage 4 x DoS 2 = 8
"That is all I am looking for Ser Joseph. I have no reason to lie now, not after all this time has passed.
I think you for your time and your hospitality".
While Matthias is being tended to by the Maester, Maester, do you know to whose House Ser Adrian Redfort is sworn? I wish to deliver the ransom myself.
Matthias returns to the Naelareon Pavilion grounds, heading straight for his tent. Gileon, while I am delivering the ransom to Ser Redfort, see to it my armor is cleaned and repaired. Tossing him a bag with 20SS, This should cover the cost of repairs.
Matthias then gathers the ransom and has a page lead him to the House Pavilion to whom Ser Redfort is sworn.
"He came here by himself, Ser Matthias, he is a knight of the Redfort, not sworn to any other yet, but I'm sure he is doing this to get noted or have a good marriage, it's normal to see skilled knights come to big tourneys to make themselves famous"
"You are welcome, Ser Weyland" no smiles or pleasant good byes as he continues to eat and drink by himself as if you where never there.
Maester Lucen healing for
Darne
Keep 4 15 - 1 Injury or Wound removed (your choice)
Matthias
Keep 4 15 - 1 Injury Removed
The Troupe of Casque and Wren
After the tensions the erupted at yesterday’s debate and the close call of Darne Naelareon tonight offers more relaxing fare. The famous Troupe of Casque and Wren offers Dragonfire as tonight's play, with something for everyone – strong female characters for the Black supporters, a charismatic male lead and Andal history for the Greens.
Past troubles are forgotten, as the talented performers draw their audience in to discussing the play and striking up new friendships. However, given the nature of the piece and the feelings stirred up by yesterday's debate, there are opportunities for the sly and mischievous to turn attendees against one another.
The current master of the Casque and Wren, Cyrol Barleg, tries to tailor the performances to the audience. Tales of Jerrold Blackbow are popular among the smallfolk, for example, while classical plays and histories are more popular among the nobility. The popularity of the troupe allows Barleg to have his pick of performers in the Riverlands, and many lesser minstrels hope to catch his eye and win a spot among the Casque and Wren’s vaunted ranks.
The Casque and Wren takes its name from an ancient tradition, where a wren is drowned in a casque of fine wine to hasten the end of winter. Given grandmaester Orwyle's faction carried the day in the conclave, the play opens with the ceremonial drowning of a wren, to avert the cold snap he was predicted.
Participants: Any.
Challenges:
Choose to target a high status character (4+) or a relatively low status character (3 or less). Note this in your roll please, no fudging it after the fact.
- High status: Roll Status (Breeding) TN 12, then a simple intrigue at TN 12. Very high status characters cannot be targeted [6+]
- You may only target a character with an indifferent (or poorer) disposition towards you.
- Low status: Roll Awareness (empathy) TN 9, then a simple intrigue at TN 9.
- You may forgo your own rolls to assist another character.
- This is an ideal opportunity for those who want to pursue a marriage with a minor noble (status 3) or a grander guest (status 4+) to get the ball rolling, plus whatever schemes you can come up with.
Consequences
- Improve the targeted character's disposition towards you to Amiable, or lower it towards another character (including Npcs) by one, or undo another character's attempted disposition lowering.
- Each character may only be targeted with the disposition lowering option once towards any given character (e.g. All of you an target to lower Ser Rickard Thorne's disposition towards various people by one step, but you can't gang up to drive his ire against the same target).
- You can adjust your choice at the end of the day if someone else targets you later, to stop people waiting.
- Highest total across both rolls (not DoS) is the toast of the evening and earns +1 glory.
Matthias finds his way to Ser Redfort's tent. "Ser Adrian, here is your ransom, as well as my thanks." Gratitude and respect plainly evident.
If I may be bold, it has come to my attention that you are not beholden to any lord. Has no lord shown themselves worthy enough for your service?
Matthias, still smarting from the joust, seeks out Lord Naelareon (Status 4), hoping to undue the damage caused by his outburst a couple of days ago.
"My Lord. I shall not mince words, I owe you my life in more ways than, I am certain, even I am aware." Matthias's words spill forth, filled with respect and humility. "Too often, I have allowed dismissive perceptions of who I am to cloud my judgement. I came to this tournament, not just to win glory for your House, but to push Lord Darne to show his mettle; to show he deserved my service as a Knight; to demonstrate that he had the same fire that burns so brightly in you and would be a worthy successor. In the midst of that, the dismissive perceptions of Lady Cassondria and Lord Darne himself, spilled out when my anger boiled over. I may be a Knight, but I am not without my faults. Matthias finishes.
"Thank you Ser Matthias" inviting you in for a quick drink of water or something else if desired as he is pitching his own small tent "I'm a Refort, one of the strongest families in the Vale next to the Royce, so my standards are high and I seek a worthy lord if I am to find one, or the chance to create my own House"
Matthias accepts the water, nodding in thanks.
"Worthy goals both. Until this tournament, I had only sought to be a Knight. A simple enough goal, but one that I have recently found leaves me wanting." Matthias words come out plainly.
"I imagine several Lords shall seek your service before the conclusion of this tourney. Perhaps, I could prevail upon you to consider Lord Naelareon? A worthy Lord, though I readily admit my bias."
Darne waited till he was all patched up before broaching the subject of attending this evenings festivities.
He cleared his throat "Do you think I am fit for battle? I mean of the social variety of course, I think I will retire for any armed combat for the rest of the festivities, best not tempt the Shadow again too soon." he said trying to keep it a bit light hearted.
Once Maester Lucen gave him the alright he scratched his chin a bit and looked at the maester "Might I ask a favor, would you join me tonight and support me. I must admit I am still a bit of a juvenile when it comes to the battlefield of politics and I think with you at my side I might stand a chance of winning over Lady Blackwood."
Darne looked about, his arm in a visible sling while the rest of the bandaging was hidden away underneath his clothes. He found his mark for the evening and a smile spread across his face as he saw Lady Blackwood.
"You look positively lovely this evening, do you mind if I sit with you and enjoy the show. Forgive my decorum, there was only so much I could hide and the Maester worries so over me given my earlier incident. I dare say if you allow me the honor of your company tonight, I would have to say that I am the luckiest man in the crowd tonight if not the realm." he said with a warm smile and sincerity on his face.
Marcus is moving among the people as he seeks out Lady Tylae as he sees the lord of House Ulryden. Remembering the wrong doing against Darne, a small evil idea appears on his mind as he moves towards the Lord Ulryden
"Evening Lord Ulryden. I assume you were enjoying the time and matches during today Joust. Shame that my young lord, Darne, had such an accident with Lord Forrester. Someone would even think there was a bit of... foul play going on if there was accusations being made" Marcus inclines slowly with his speech as he looks a bit intuitetively around
At the Troupe of Casque and Wren
Garran approaches Lord Domeric, and says , "My lord, I would speak to you of the throwing contest earlier this afternoon."
At Lord Domeric's nod of approval, he says, "As you know, a retainer of Lord Blackwood's named Billy has been in close competition with me in each of the contests I have excelled in. I brought down the White Stag in the hunt and bested him in the archery contest, though narrowly. Today, we also competed in the throwing contest, again each progressing to the final round. After the final axes were thrown, each of us had put two in the target. Our second axes both missed, and our third were so close to the same mark as to make no difference. My first axe, however, was closer the center of the target than his, and I should have been declared the winner, again by a narrow margin. The judge however, said Billy was the winner. When I pointed out his mistake, he told me that it was his word and Billy's that Billy had won, and that, as he was nobly born and I was not, no one would believe me over him. He then attempted to bribe me into not speaking of what must have been some dishonesty between them. I care little for the money or the prize, but I would like my accomplishments, earned through skill and hard work, not shortcuts, to be properly recognized. I do not know whether this is worth your time to bring forth to Lord Blackwood, but perhaps you can use it in some way to your benefit."
"I will give it consideration, Ser Matthias. You at least did not lavish him with honorifics and bring me presents like other knights and lordlings I have bested or met in this tournament"
Lucen smiles "Yes indeed lord Darne, the only weapon you should be brandishing is your finger to pint at things and let your knights do the rest of it!" a smirk in his face "And yes, I would be honored to assist you in courting lady Sofia, rather than looking to your wounds"
Lord Ulryden looks down at you more because of his towering height than anything "It would be amusing if someone did, something else to remember this tournament for and why you greenlanders are so treacherous and insidious"
Lord Domeric nods and frowns from time to time "I see what I can do, I should have been there to bring the issue up at that moment Garran, I failed you as a lord, but if Darne successfully courts lady Blackwood, you may find Billy looking for another job not far from now, so let's see if I can use this to put lord Blackwood in a compromising position"
"Any Lord that must be lavished with honorifics to justify their being a Lord is a braggart not worthy of the responsibility of their position." A little more vehemence than is prudent suffuses Matthias' response.
"Your consideration is all I ask. While considering, consider the conduct of House Naelareon in the upcoming honor duel we face for the return of Lord Naelareon's kidnapped ward, Lady Ophelia. It may have bearing on your consideration."
"Ser Adrian," Matthias' tone becomes thoughtful, "I feel as though I was granted a glimpse of your character and bearing from our joust. Talking with you now reinforces what I glimpsed. That I believe you and I are cut from the same cloth: candor, conviction, dedication, honor, and valor are the foundation upon which we view and navigate the choices presented us."
"Ah indeed, most of the people and nobles here are playing their own plans or dreams, not realising their own foolishness but such is a fate here. For me there is no such thing than just looking for an opportunity to pay back what has been done" stating the matter of fact but also not denying Lord Ulryden words
"That reminded me, do you perhaps have any interest to take part in, how to say, a small skirmish my lord? There will be tomorrow a fight with some Faith Militant people. I am currently looking for a suitable and well-armed man, who knows how to swing and use sword, to be part as one of seven person fighters. Or would you yourself desire to have a go with it? There could also be some possible business opportunies between Naelareons and Uldyrens" Marcus decides to ask, as he speaks a bit honestly about the upcoming fight as well planning a bit further ahead
Ser Weyland dresses a bit finer for the party this evening.
Upon arrival he considers all that has taken place and all that may be. It has been some time and with the winds of change in the air Weyland decides he must make a bold move or be swept away.
Knowing the political tension between Frey and Naelaron have worsened, he heard what happened to Darne, Weyland approaches Maid Dainis Charlton of House Charlton.
"Good evening my Lady, tonight, here at this place on this night, you look positively enchanting. Tell me, will you attend to me this evening?"
Awareness (empathy)
Persuasion (Seduce)
Ser Matthias
"That might be possible Ser Matthias, but you are starting to sound like a few of the Knights that have come before you, but at least I can tell you are honest about your words. I will meet your lord later tonight, and hope he measures to my standards."
Ser Marcus
"What do we get from aiding you killing some fanatics? It's not our problem that you can't keep your women, you paid the iron price and now she is theirs, that would be the end of it"
Ser Weyland
Lady looks at you and laughs for a moment at your proposal "I can entertain such notion for a moment Ser Weyland"
I have done what I can, it seems to little and too late.
However, between you and I, a rift has grown that I very much regret. The passion and stubbornness of youth is something I cannot take back. I can only try to do better as I move forward".
Ser Weyland smiles at her silently cursing himself for not being as smooth as he normally is my past transgressions weigh upon me heavily it seems, except when wielding my blade he thinks to himself before continuing.
"My Lady, I could not help but notice that not enough attention is being paid to you. I thought I should keep you company and perhaps we could get to know one another better".
"I do not believe you have failed, my lord. Your son faced a fierce opponent in the joust this day. The bonds of family must always be strong, and he has sought to prove his worth. It was only properly fitting that you be there for his match up."
"I apologize for pressing. As for sounding like others that have come before," Matthias' tone becomes matter of fact,"I can't speak to their reasons other than to perhaps sway you. For me, it is the foundation of an idea. An idea, no matter how dangerous its course could have a far reaching, beneficial impact."
"I imagine an order of Knights, comprised of those that put candor, conviction, dedication, honor, and valor before House. An order that would also take in squires from the various houses, train and mold them, before sending them back to serve the House from which they came."
"Madness or Idealism? Maybe both, but it is something that Westeros needs. Moreso than the tiresome Intrigues Lords and Ladies would have the world believe is where power and authority dwell."
"Enough talk of dangerous musings. Best I depart before you see anymore flaws. The Seven grant you continued success Ser Adrian."
The sight of worry in lady Sofia is noticeable "Lord Darne, you should not be here at all, you do not need to put up a show for me, I know you are quite the decent jouster and a resilient man" not blushing but smiling at Darne's words "Well at least your tongue wasn't hurt and your head wasn't rattled to hard it seems" then she nods "This I will allow" she winks at Darne and she puts her arm over Darne's uninjured arm.
Ser Weyland
"Attention I have been given, but I will humor yours" as she leans forwards "For the great service and good riddance of Ser Benjen, it was past time someone beat some sense into him"
"That sounds interesting, but how do we get funding for such a thing, there is a lot to think about, like where are we basing our operations" he nods to Ser Matthias "At least you are the most interesting man I have met so far, and I thank you for that, you have given me more than I thought to think about."
Weyland smiles, "I do not believe the Warrior could beat sense into the Furious Frey my dear. I can only hope that he will reflect on what has taken place in the light of the Seven. It seems Lord Forrester did not take kindly to what took place, I am told he nearly killed Darne.
Still, we are here to talk about you are we not? Tell me My Lady, how have you found this Tourney thus far?"
A fine noble approaches Garran "Well, if it's the White Heart archer, very good shooting indeed, how did you get so good and pass unnoticed for this long?"
Uou can almost hear her snort and choke a bit on her drink "Oh Ser Weyland, you are quite the jester at least" she takes a very discrete quick glance around "I don't know much of jousting, but I can understand he might have wanted some retribution after having his family name soiled, any man would be cross with such thing"
Fanning some air to herself "Well I would say getting at least more interesting by the day, and now by the minute" she wink "Have you been enjoying yourself Ser Weyland?" looking a way Other than the trial incident which no one ever has a good time or so I believe" serving you a drink and offering it to you.
Matthias salutes Ser Adrian before departing. He then makes his way... fade to black as Matthias gets ready for the Mask, sending a messenger off that he looks forward to seeing Lady Sosan at tonight's festivities.
Weyland receives the drink from Maid Dainis with a smile and a wink back, "Thank you My Lady. Is a family name soiled by having injustices perpetrated by one of their members come to light? Should not just the offending party be asked to pay for that error?
I ask myself that question daily,or at least I have recently. Sometimes things are not what they appear of course. In Frey's case, I fear they are exactly as they appeared.
I spent a great deal of my life simply enjoying myself. I have been praying to the Seven for guidance more and more as of late to ascertain if there is something more I should be doing. I believe that it has come time to move beyond who I was, become a better man. Behind every good man is a better woman, that man just needs to find that woman", he states gazing into her eyes.
He shifts gears a bit, "The trial incident is of no consequence to me. I have ever been comfortable wielding a blade, it is one of the two things that I excel at. Despite the things people seem to wish to believe about me, I am quite the accomplished swordsman..."
Thinking for a moment as Marcus gazes at the other people "What about trading rights with House Naelareon?We will be investing quite a lot of gold in trading and goods will be flowing in a vast amounts through us. Also we have some dense forest, so special agreement about delivering woods plus exception from Tolls?
Lord Domeric nods "So you have found your place to be, and that is fine, I had no resentment or ill will towards you, I pit you all against each other, because I wanted to see what you were made of, and what were you capable of, and I admire your commitment to the knightly ideal for however long it suits you, since it is not an easy road and you will count knights like that with one of your hands and you will still have more than one finger leftover to count"
"Trading rights, we deal with whale oils, skins from sea animals and other goods from outside of Westeros, on top of iron, what does your House offer for trade?" he is quite interested in trading, and he may not be an ally to you, but profit is another thing.