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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 22:26:03 GMT -5
The castle grounds.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 22:26:47 GMT -5
Amelia sees many people with undoubtedly interesting lives. As she passes by, heading north, she notes it's the less populated side, due to being away from the River Road. She spots some old friends from the Vale as well as the camp of the crannogmen. Jared's tent stands a bit away from most, its lonely apple a reminder of the rarity of Reachmen present. She gave a wave tome the Vale folk and watched the Crannogmen for a moment before walking up to Jared's tent. She cleared her throat and ruffled the tent flap. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 22:32:52 GMT -5
No one answers. Amelia smells something odd coming from the tent, a bit sweet. It smells oddly familiar.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 22:33:41 GMT -5
Amelia frowned and, one hand on a dagger hidden in her dress, she leans over and lifts the tent flap, looking inside.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 22:36:11 GMT -5
There is a bedroll and a suit of armor in a corner, along with a sword belt with a long sword and shield. The harp is next to them, but the dagger belt is missing its knife. A small stick of incense burns in a corner. Amelia recalls smelling it in the far east. It's uncommon but hardly unheard of.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 8:54:32 GMT -5
"Hmm," Amelia mutters, crawling into the tent. She decided to play with his harp, not really knowing how the instrument worked, until Jared was back.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 10:09:36 GMT -5
She plucks at a few strings. A few seconds later, a man is at the door. He's dressed in greens with a brown hat, and he looks confused. Do you have the wrong tent, m'lady?" He is tall and thin, with a small dagger hanging a bit ridiculously from his side.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 12:47:07 GMT -5
Amelia raised an eyebrow and set the harp down. "This is not the tent of Jared Fossoway? It has his sigil without."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 13:21:28 GMT -5
The man laughs. "Oh it is, he just usually doesn't have beautiful women in it. Always been a bit of a loner, that one. Least since I met him." The man grins. "I'm Carl of Bitterbridge, lately fled from Lord Caswell." He looks a bit jovial, but his eye has a glimmer in it Amelia may not quite like.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 16:17:29 GMT -5
Amelia gave a chuckled, making a mental note to find out more about Carl of Bitterbridge from her network. "What made you flee your homeland, Carl?" She asked, waving him into the tent. "I do hope Jared does not mind us making ourselves at home."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 17:24:56 GMT -5
Carl shrugs and stays at the entrance. "Same thing that made Jared and the others flee," he offered, "Morrys Tarly and his damned inquisition. Killed three quarters of us when we tried to leave, but they lost a few men too." He looks a bit haunted. "Then some bastard named Saint Nick or some such stole most of the little we had left." He shook his head. "We came here hoping that the North and King Brynden would be more welcoming."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 17:37:48 GMT -5
"How many of you fled the Reach?" Amelia asked curiously, idly strumming some strings of the harp. "And where precisely is Jared Fossoway? I thought he would be here, pining for me." She grinned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 17:42:34 GMT -5
Carl shrugs. "If he had the wits the gods gave a goose, he would be. He seldom spends time in here. That was his father's armor," he says. "It brings him bad memories but he cannot get rid of it." He pulls out a flask and takes a hit. "Two thousand of us fled the Reach in the beginning. After slaughter and winter and people leaving to Eddard's Rest and other castles, there are less than a hundred of us here."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 18:04:40 GMT -5
"How awful," Amelia said, wondering what sort of a monster Morry Tarly was. "You will find a friend in Benjen Stark, his father too. It seems that house Tyrell has lost their way, and with them most of the Reach."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 19:02:26 GMT -5
"Indeed, my lady, we.." Jared appears then and shoos the tall man off. He bows.
"My lady Amelia, you look lovely. Your resourcefulness in finding my tent is...admirable." He grins.
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