Pyke Solar

[Fel]

Felryn nods, he had spent so long being a law unto himself, it grated him to be told where he should reave. A darkness flashes in his eyes momentarily, but he resumes his friendly demeanor too quickly for Lord Harlaw to really notice.

"Aye, father, it will be done. My men were worried that we would have little to do upon returning home, they will be relieved to see action so quickly." Felryn smiles.

[Erik]

Skyte the Hatchet barges his way into the solar while Lord Harlaw is there, announcing himself with a short bow and a cackle. "My Lord, greetings. I congratulate you on your new position, and apologize for not attending the Lordsmoot. I was, haha, attending to some business in the Summer Isles. But now, My Lord, I come to beseech you. The captains, me in particular, we want to see somethin'. There's war, and we want to have a part in it. The Reach is ripe for plucking my lord, plucking and slaughtering!"

[Fel]

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Sargon Greyjoy is led in, Felryn sits with a map displayed before him. He looks up at Sargon and grins. "Ah, Greyjoy, have a seat."

[shacklock]

Sargon nods slightly, setting himself down comfortably opposite Felryn.
“So, Harlaw, I guess I’m here for a reason, the right one…” He says, glancing over the map.

[Fel]

Felryn raises his eyebrows, a friendly grin still on his face. "And what would the right one be?"

[shacklock]

The young Kraken returns the grin, looking faintly arrogant. “War of course. Blackwood and the Crown wont deal with the Boltons harshly enough, and it’s our right I’d think.”

[Fel]

Felryn nods, "war, it looks like it will have to come to that, unless Blackwood and Lannister stop acting like fools."

"But I did not bring you here to speak about war," he said, looking back down at the map.

He doesn't speak for a few moments continuing to look at the map, when he does speak he doesn't look up. "Hardon Kenning tells me you wish to see me removed as lord of the Islands." His black eyes flick back up and stare at Sargon, all trace of friendlyness gone. "That leaves me in a difficult sitiuation."

[shacklock]

Sargon manages to keep his gaze unflinching at these words. He shrugs slightly in an unthreatening manner, speaking after a moment.
“It’s true I’d rather see mine own kin ruling in your place. But I’m content for now. Warring amongst ourselves isn’t the way to go about it. “Lord Greyjoy” has many years left before he can rule...”

[Fel]

"Urri will never rule the Iron Islands. When he is of age he will be lord of the Greyjoy lands and no more. You are right to oppose the idea of warring amongst ourselves, the Ironborn are strongest when we are united, and we are united under me. It is time you abandoned these desires to see House Greyjoy ruling the Islands again. It may happen eventually, it may not, but for the moment I rule, and I require your loyalty."

Felryn clears his throat, "there is still the matter of your reward for confessing to the Bolton's plans. You chose loyalty to your people over your own gain, and I am not a man to see such an act go unrewarded. The lands of Grey Garden were given to me by the man who raised me, it is not a lordship, but it has several ships to it's name. I would gift it to you, but then how am I to know I will not see those ships being used against me in the future?"

[shacklock]

Tapping his fingers slowly against the side of his chair, Sargon gives Felryn a faint smile. “Aye, it’s a risk, but you’ve got my loyalty Harlaw, while it’s needed. In a few score years when all this blood is settled, who can know?"

He leans back in the seat again.
"The Drowned God meant for his people to be ambitious after all."

[Fel]

"Do not play games with me, Greyjoy. You are to be wed to my niece, you will soon be part of my family, tied forever with House Harlaw. I want you to swear loyalty to me and reap the rewards from such loyalty."

[shacklock]

“Games? I speak plainly, my Dirk talks well enough for me.” Sargon replies, a note of mockery still in his voice.

Standing, the Iron-born locks gaze with Felryn, speaking. “I swear by Salt, Stone and by God, my loyalty to House Harlaw.”

[Fel]

Felryn grins, "good, then you are now the master of Grey Garden."

"And as for the war with the Lannisters, I assume you'll be willing to lead some raiding parties, should it be necessary?"

[shacklock]

Sargon seats himself once more, nodding. “Gladly. If not for the whole business in Lannisport, Erik and I would be raiding the Finger by now”

[Fel]

"Good, good, I'll let you know if you're needed."