The Meeting on the Boarder.

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: Righto.

[sethgreyjoy]

ooc: If the Smith doesn't want to, I can always take it up, since I am ever-awake anyhow.

[The Smith]

Lord Fossoway returns accompanied by three hundred men-at-arms, he dismounts and walks into the camp looking for Lord Bolton.

[sethgreyjoy]

Seth greets Aaron as he enters, a bit stiffly under the current situation.

"Lord Fossoway." He presents to Bolton.

[Percy Rivers]

Lyas turned his head to meet the eyes of Lord Fossoway. He looks him up and down, and when he finally says something it has already been five minutes. "Lord Fossoway, you come seeking an alliance?"

[The Smith]

"You spoke to a cousin of mine. You would declare yourself King, and then our Kingdoms would be allied." Fossoway replied.

[Percy Rivers]

Lyas nodded. "I believe I rebuffed your cousin at the time. But it seems as though with the forces of the Riverlands gathered at King's Landing I can now make a bid for independece without the risk of a noose."

[The Smith]

"Good, when do you plan to move?" Aaron asks.

[Percy Rivers]

"My lords are already gathering forces at Moat Cailen."

[The Smith]

Fossoway replies, "They have been gathering there for months. Is it not time to act?"

[The Flint]

Francis watches quietly from the back, observing all, and saying nothing as yet.

[Percy Rivers]

Lyas's facial expression changed ever so slightly. He wasn't smiling, but there was a hint of dark satisfaction in it. "Yes indeed. With my forces striking from the north, and yours from the south the other kingdoms will fall, no matter what their number. I believe we can fix borders after that?"

[The Flint]

Francis found himself nodding. The man was grotesque and uncouth, but he had a sort of cunning in him, that was known. But how cunning. Was he playing the Reachmen for fools? Francis kept his mouth shut for the moment.

[Percy Rivers]

One of the two guards entered the tent. "M'lord, Waymar Snow is here with the delivery." The lord of the Dreadfort nodded.

His captain of the guard stepped in, and though it was summer he wore the furs the northern lords were accustomed to. Behind him were ten armed men, who had come in as escorts. But escorts of what? Soon it was revealed, and they dropped a chest in the middle of the tent.

"A symbol of our alliance. I bid you take it."

[The Flint]

Francis had a vision of a chest filled with snakes and manticores, or who knew what kind of beastly deadly things. Stop being a big baby, he thought to himself. The Dreadlord had a scary name, and foul reputation, but that was all. He watches to see what the King in the North had brought.