The Drum Tower of Storm's End

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Little Saella perks up at Elane's attention. While she is still young, and can only stand with great concentration, her red hair already cascades to her shoulders.

[serdonaltyrell]

Ser Donal enters the Drum Tower and greets Elane Royce. "Well met, my lady. You are looking lovely as always. May I introduce my son, Addam to you"

Donal pushes forward his son, who blushes furiously, bows and stammers "h-hello my lady. It is my pleasure to greet you on behalf of House Tyrell!"

[Deleted]

"Well met, Addam," Elane says graciously, smiling at the blushing youngster.

OOC: Elane has moved to the tourney grounds, so join her there

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

After the tourney guests have departed, wagons and wayns are loaded for the Lord and his company's trip to Casterly Rock.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

A man arrives on horse at Storm's End, and speaks with the guards at the gate. His lanky black hair drips with sweat, he looks as if he had been riding all night. After a bit of debate, the guards admit him. With the Castellan, Lord Valwert Grandison, in Haystack meeting with the Commodore, and the Redroyce in King's Landing for the funeral, the Septon, a quiet man named Iayne, comes forward to speak with him.

[The Smith]

The Septon speaks on behalf of his Lordship, Rhodri Royce, what is the matter at hand?

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

OOC: What is the proper term of respect for a septon, anyways?

IC: "I have news that should interest the Redroyce, your honor. I'd be happy to share it if it meant I had a place at the table here, this news is worth some reward I would think."

[The Smith]

OOC: Septon?

"Ahh? What news have you brought to Storm's End?"

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"A man calling himself Callen Baratheon has claimed Summerhall for his own. He means to swing the lords of the Stormlands and the Reach to his cause, and reclaim the Iron Throne for the Stag," the swarthy soldier says. "I come from there myself and saw him with my own eyes."

[The Smith]

"Who are you? Name yourself."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"My name is Farrik, good Septon. I am a sellsword."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

The Lady Becca Royce approaches. The Lady of the Castle, she always seeks to know what is going on within her walls. "Good Septon. With whom do you speak?" she asks, noticing the stranger.

[The Smith]

"A sellsword, no doubt, by the name of Farrik."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"Hmmm," the Lady Becca says, judging the travel-worn stranger. "Do you bring news? What is it you want, sellsword?"

Farrik's eyes flash towards Iayne, almost as if he were awaiting permission to answer her query.

[The Smith]

"I'm no King or Lord, answer the Lady!"