Eastwatch-by-the-Sea

[barker520]

"I have brought chests of furs," Mag said. "I want to trade them for bows and arrows. Do you accept?"

[The Stranger]

"I would have to inspect them, but resuming they remain of the quality your people have provided in the past, I think that would be perfectly acceptable." says Ser Farrow drolly.

[barker520]

"Good," Mag said smiling. "Also, I have reports of wildlings. A ship of mine, traveled far north, to chase pirates. Captain claim he saw many wildling ships, north of Hardhome."

[The Stranger]

Farrow's eyes narrowed. "I see. One moment."

Farrow sent his squire to fetch Lord Farman.

[barker520]

Mag nodded and waited for whatever the Commander was doing.

[Sam]

Ser Jaymes followed the boy into Ser Farrow's office, where a huge man wearing just a loincloth stood quietly off to one side. Ser Jaymes cast him a curious glance, but then snapped to attention, saluting his commander sharply before launching directly into his report.

"Ser Farrow, I have alarming news concerning the wildling force that I reported to you about several moons ago. They are presumably still gathering north of the Antler River, but I captured one on my ranging a fortnight past and gleaned much more information from him than I had previously required. They're building ships, hundreds of them. There have near ten-thousand men, all constructing ships presumably for the purpose of sailing around the Wall. I believe that they might be bound for the island of Skagos, but I cannot be sure."

[The Stranger]

"Others take the lot of them." Farrow said irritably. He was still inclined to call the whole thing nonsense.. Lord Stark had smashed the King Beyond-the-Wall, and it was rare the wildlings could organize anything beyond a few raiders, let alone constructing a fleet.

"Does this match what your men saw Stane?"

[barker520]

"No," Mag said, a little angry. "Ten thousand? Not so many. Perhaps a thousand, two thousand men at most. Twenty ships. Wildlings cannot group in ten thousands. Way too big number."

[The Stranger]

Farrow nodded. "Men tend to exaggerate under torture Ser Jaymes. Still, it needs to be dealt with. What are your intentions?"

[barker520]

"I intend to kill them."

[The Stranger]

Farrow used his hand as if to brush that comment away. "Obviously. I meant how many men can you spare? The accursed weather is making any kind of travel neigh impossible, headed North or South."

[barker520]

Mag thought about it. "I can sail north with one thousand men. Or one thousand and one half."

[The Stranger]

"Perhaps we can assist you with some men. Ser Jaymes, round up some men, and take the Nest of Crows North with Stane to assist."

[barker520]

Mag frowned. "I cannot sail yet. I must go to Winterfell for one week. My sister marry Lord Stark. Then I come back and kill wildings."

[The Stranger]

"Fine. I doubt the Wildlings will go anywhere until the worst of this weather passes us by."