At The Prince's Pass

[Horas]

The guard yawns and scratches his nose. "Who're you again?"

[theswede]

"A personal guest of Lord Yronwood"

He looked at the guard before shaking his head.

"Quentyn Sand, I am with the Sand Snakes"

[Horas]

"Right then," the guard says, "Go on through."

Antario Yronwood is looking over a map of Dorne as Quentyn arrives. "Quentyn," Antario smiles, "I trust you and your Snakes are comfortable enough?"

[theswede]

Quentyn shrugged and looked around for the Lord's Squire, hoping for some wine.

"We are well enough, my lord. Though the men are a bit restless, waiting for what comes next"

He took a seat in one of the chairs without asking.

[Horas]

Another man enters the tent, bows once to Antario, and hands him a scroll. Lord Yronwood unrolls it and grins.

"Find your brother, Quentyn. There is a castle we must take and a man we must bring to justice. We march for Starfall by midday."

[theswede]

Quentyn rose slowly with a sigh.

"Here I thought we were going to get some rest and food, but I guess that is a dream for another day. About my brother, we don't need to get hold of him, we'll find him around Starfall, I am sure of it."

[Horas]

"You'd rather rest than fight?" Antario smirks. "Suit yourself. Did you come here for a particular reason?"

[theswede]

Quentyn shrugged.

"Yes, what about it? Resting is something that I've been looking forward to for the last two years, but it looks like it's going to be no rest for me."

He paused.

"I was actually here to see what was going to happen, the men are getting restless, wanting something to do. I just don't get why sitting around doing nothing is something to look down upon"

[Horas]

"As I said -- suit yourself," Antario replies with a shrug of his own, though the smirk has not quite left his face. "I must get the troops ready to march. Have some wine and rest."

Antario tosses a bottle of Dornish red towards Quentyn.

[theswede]

Quentyn catches it in mid-air.

"I thank you, Lord Yronwood"

Then he takes a large gulp, before leaving the lord to himself.

[Horas]

As the host prepares to march, a party of riders arrives from the north. Ser Emeros Vaith, looking dusty and travelworn, rides in to confer with his nephew. Soon after, he army marches towards Starfall.