Old Oak

[The Forgotten God]

"Thousands strong," he admitted without shame. "Maybe fifteen. More men then I've ever seen at once, with no doubt. And supposedly another army just as big is coming down the northern Mander at Goldengrove." He looks to the lord. "We have less than one tenth his men, and no cavalry at all. With you all reaving up and down the coast, fighting seemed rather foolish to me."

[Quentyn Cleftjaw]

"Smart man. Now, I imagine an army that big has to have quite the baggage train. They certainly aren't being supplied by sea. Was it under guard?"

[The Forgotten God]

Henry nods. "A few hundred men. Nothing extremely major."

[Quentyn Cleftjaw]

"Well then, Ser Henry, it seems I have some matters to tend to farther down the road. Best of luck to your father."

[The Forgotten God]

"Enjoy," he said. "If you need supplies, our prices are reasonable. No sense looting gold if you're tterly unwilling to spend it, after all," he said.

[Quentyn Cleftjaw]

"Think we're all right for now. Best guess as to how far up the road they'd be by now?"

[The Forgotten God]

"Forty miles, give or take. The baggage train is slow, but they aren't led by total fools. That Serrett isn't letting it lag behind too far." Henry squints into the setting sun. "They have a giant with them, though; I'd watch out. Real monster."

[Quentyn Cleftjaw]

Quentyn's ears perked up at that. "Not a real giant, though? Just a big fucker?"

[The Forgotten God]

"Yea, tall man. But taller than anyone I've ever seen, for sure." Henry said. "And bigger. And angrier."

[Quentyn Cleftjaw]

"I'll keep an eye out for him."

Quentyn turns and heads back to his dinghy. Once he's back with the fleet, they sail southeast, along the coast. One corsair, flying no flags, takes point. At the first sign of the Lannister army, it turns back to report, hopefully without being seen. Once the baggage train is located, the fleet will wait out of sight until nightfall, at which point they will attack a hopefully drunk and/or sleeping enemy.

---Swords 87
Plate
Shield

--Naval
---Ambush 75
---Scouting 52
---Command 50
---Raiding 80

[The Forgotten God]

Raiding: 164

Large portions of the vast baggage train are struck hard, and Quentyn's men slay a hundred or so soldiers, carrying off foodstuffs and arrows, and even portions of the pay chest. +1 Raiding The strike is successful enough that no counterattack is possible, and the amount of time that the full army can be fed without massive foraging is reduced by two full weeks.

[Quentyn Cleftjaw]

The fleet returns to the mouth of the Arbor to join in Volmark's blockade.