Castle Manderly

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Mors Lydden rode heedlessly through the streets of White Harbor before eventually branching off and heading for the castle, trailed by six of his closest friends. They wore surcoats displaying the white badger of House Lydden but flew no banner. Mors rode up to the main gate and pointed at one of the closest guards, yelling.

"Hallo up there!" His voice pierced threw the cold, crisp morning. "May I have a word with Lord Manderly?"

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Mors rode out from the castle early in the morning with a few of his knights and, recrossing the river, returned to their camp that was sprawled out on the western banks of the White Knife. His knights weren't the only ones trailing him, however. There were many more men wearing the bearded merman on a blue-green field. Mors just smiled at the confused looks some of his men gave him. It's all coming together, Mors thought excitedly. Lewys will have to be proud of me this time. He was still smiling when he gave the order to break camp, and after a short wait the slightly larger host was moving northwest across the north.