The Chase

[Flex]

"Waahh!" Baelor managed, ducking away from the swing. His arm still hurt and he tried to take a step back. "Someone! This man tried to kill the king!"

[The Smith]

When Baelor looked around the man stepped forward and kicked him in the stomach. Baelor bent over double falling to the ground. He was stunned and heaving for breath, his wind gone.

With Baelor whimpering and trying to catch his breath. The man looked around and said, "Aye I tried to kill the King, and Lord Hightower. Him too. Thats what you do to crooks, and those two have been stealin from us for their whole lives." The man looked around the crowd with a proud, angry and frustrated look. "It ain't fair what they do. Ya all know it even if you fear them too much to stand. My name Is Nicholas. I am a fletcher by trade, and the Kings and the lords and their damn games stole my whole family from me. I know I ain't alone. All of you get treated like livestock while this boy." He motioned to Baelor, "Gets put up like some... " He growled his words seeming to fail him.

Nicholas drew a knife, and it scraped harsh against its sheath. "Well I ain't bowin' to no boy cause his dad's dad's dad pleased some King." Then he stopped, there was the sound of horses riding closer.

Nicholas looked around and said, "If any of you seek the truth come to the Head." Then with that he turned and fled into the crowd.

[Flex]

Baelor slowly rose, staring after the man. He didn't have the breath to say anything so only looked around to see how the people around him reacted to the speech and what the riders were about.

[The Smith]

Most people seemed to be confused by it. By he had noticed one or two nods as the other man was speaking.

The horses were two knights riding up the street.

[Flex]

Baelor managed to speak up. "He wen that way!" He called out to the knights, pointing in the direction the man had gone and giving them a description of him. "His name is Nicholas and he is a fletcher!"

[The Smith]

The Kinghts looked at Baelor, "You alright?"

[Flex]

"I... well my arm hurts," He said, nodding his head. "But apart from that I should be alright!"

[The Smith]

One of the knights rode off along the line Baelor had pointed and the other offered Baelor his hand.

[Flex]

Baelor held out his uninjured arm to the knight and let the man pull him up on the horse. "Is... is the king alright?"

[The Smith]

"Yes the King is fine, the arrows meant for him pierced Lord Stark's back." He said.

[Flex]

"Lord..." Baelor swallowed. His father was injured. "Uh... is my father alright?" He asked, unsure of how he felt.

[The Smith]

"Whose your father? Hope he is better off then Lord Stark. He is a dead man." The man said as he rode toward the Hightower.

[Flex]

"I... am Baelor Stark..." He managed to reply, closing his eyes to stop the wind whipping into them.

[The Smith]

The knight did not reply, but did kick the horse to a gallop returning to the Hightower.

[Flex]

When they arrived Baelor dismounted and turned to the knight. "Thank you... what is your name?" He asked, looking around. He wondered if he should go tell anyone about the man.