Arbor

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

The island governed by House Redwyne; knowing for producing the best wine in Westeros.

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

Roland Brax arrives on a Westerlands ship, seeking an audience with Lord Redwyne on behalf of King Brynden and Lord Lannister.

[The Forgotten God]

The Arbor fleet is docked for the most part, and Roland sees soldiers milling about inspecting boats. Mammoth cogs carry wine by the ton to far off lands as Roland is led to the castle. He enters the beautiful estate to see Lord Shaun drinking a massive glass of wine and throwing darts at a target about thirty feet away. He turns. "Roland Lannister! Welcome to the Arbor! How the hell have you been?"

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

"Lord Redwyne," he greeted with a grin, stepping forward to shake his hand. As he recalled, they both shared a certain fondness to the finer things in life. "Good aim," he commented, glancing at the target briefly. It was, too, to his untrained eye. "How about yourself? I trust Lord Jaymes sent you a letter of my arrival?"

[The Forgotten God]

"He did, he did. He said you had a proposal for me." Shaun wings another dart. "A proposal to remember my loyalty to King Brynden, and ignore my fealty to King Rycherd."

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

"Indeed I do," said Roland. "I wish it were not the case, but these are the times we live in. Lord Tyrell's treacherous act can not go unanswered and King Brynden feels, rightly so, that the Reach deserves a better overlord."

[The Forgotten God]

"Fascinating," Shaun says, sitting down now. "A new overlord? Whoever would be worthy of such an honor?"

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

He spread out his arms in a gesture of candor. "It is no coincidence I am here, my lord. We think you would make a fine candidate. Should you accept, the king wishes to make the alliance official with a betrothal between you and his sister, the princess Kelsey."

[The Forgotten God]

Shaun grinned. "Well, now, a lioness and an alliance. And the Reach. How could I say no?" He throws another dart. A servant approaches Roland with a pitcher of wine flavored with fruits. "Please, have some summerwine. It is always summer in the Arbor."

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

Roland accepted the glass, twirling the wine around briefly before taking a sip. "Thank you. It does, I'm afraid, come with a hook. We could obviously use some help taking down Tyrell," he said.

[The Forgotten God]

"Well naturally." He shrugs. "That should be fun." A pretty maid comes and sits next to Roland. "Lily likes you, my friend!"

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

Roland looked to the maid with a handsome smile to determine whether she was a noble or some random serving wench. He raised his cup and took a healthy sip.

[The Forgotten God]

Clearly Lord Shaun is too high class to let one of his female relatives schmooze so. the maid could be a natural relaiton, but she is buxom and pretty and serves his alcohol exactly on time without spilling a drop. "Well then, Roland my old chap," another dart, "I'd say we have a war to fight."

[Queen Joanna Lannister]

"Ah, music to my ears! And to the Lannisters', most likely" Roland announced, extending his cup to clink it with Lord Shaun's. His other hand had already snaked around the maid's waist with deftness that could have only been achieved with years of practice.

[The Forgotten God]

Shaun nods. "Party tonight, plan tomorrow." Roland's evening is quite eventful, if not strategically productive.