The Meeting on the Boarder.

[Percy Rivers]

The Dreadlord held out his hand. "To the renewing of the Seven Kingdoms." Once again that ghost of a smile was on his face.

[The Flint]

Francis finally summons the courage to open the chest.

[Percy Rivers]

Inside are several coins newly minted. There are a mix of them, some showing the Flayed Man, other's the Rose of House Tyrell.

Lyas Bolton looks at Francis. "Satisfied?"

[The Flint]

"Very satisfied, your grace." Francis said. "But I understand one of your family has recently wed in the Vale. Stamping your own coin is an act of confidence, but making a marriage with the enemy surely is not?" Francis decided he would not fear this man. Whether it would hold or not Francis would find out.

[Percy Rivers]

"A marriage is a marriage. If my cousin is killed it is his own doing."

[melon]

Robert walked over and started to look through the gold coins, "Don't you just love gold." Their is a large boyish grin.

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: By the by, which Reach lords are here besides Robert, Francis, and Aaron?

[melon]

OOC: Seth.

[The Flint]

"As you say your grace, if you say it is a marriage of love and no alliance, than I believe you. Still you seem to have rejected marriage offers from the Reach before, so perhaps there is politicking in the weddings in the north after all. " Francis knew full well, because it had been HIS proposal which had not received an answer.

[Percy Rivers]

"There was no point at the time." Lyas says simply.

The Dreadlord picks another bloody strip of deer meet and tosses it to the dogs in the corner, who begin fighting over it.

[The Flint]

"Well if your grace will let us know if the situation changes." Francis said, equally curt. He shuts up then, and moves to the back.

[Percy Rivers]

Lyas extends his hand to Lord Fossoway. "For our agreement." Again another ghost of a smile. "Oh pardon me, I seem to have gotten blood all over my hand. I'll go wash it off in the stream." The Lord of the Dreadfort exits the tent, and everyone can here him walk to the stream.

[Percy Rivers]

As the Reach lords are standing inside the tent they all of the sudden here several thrums and then screams. The a shout went up, and a clang of steel. More screams were heard.

Inside the tent the eleven heavily armoured men drew their swords. Captain Snow smiles evily from beneath his half helm.

[The Flint]

Francis drew a dagger, and cuts a slash at the tent behind him, looking to flee through the hole

[Percy Rivers]

There stands Lyas Bolton, the cloak thrown off and coal black armour and a red cape on his back. On his head rests a helmet, and in his hand is naked steel. Waymar Snow thrusts his sword at the chest of the Reach man with the big busy beard.