Oldtown

[melon]

Robert has the look of shock upon his face, "Oh no M'Lady you will be staying at my Mansion it sits upon the top of the High Tower but I know the greatest Inn will in all of Westeros and it serves the best food I am a regular there." A boyish small cracks through the Lords face.

[The Flint]

Lady Varner covers her mouth with her hand as she laughs. "Oh forgive me Lord Robert, of course. I should have know better, your hospitality is endless. After such a long and dusty trip, a change of clothes and a good meal is just the thing."

[melon]

"And shall I have Garlan come with us he knows the Inn Keep and he will make sure we are only served the finest."

[The Flint]

"Good. I could do with a nice Arbor red at a time like this. The whole Reach in an uproar how horrid."

[melon]

"I care not for the War I signed that thing for the money that it would bring Oldtown." The are now at the top of the Tower, "Garlan please show Lady Varner to her rooms and do anything she wishes of you."

"Yes M'Lord."

[The Flint]

Ilisebeth unpacked her small trunk and began searching for a dress for dinner. She still held her figure well, for her forties, she thought to herself, not unpleased. Still with all the traveling she was doing lately, she was beginning to feel her age.
After a bath however, she felt much better.

[melon]

Garlan walked up , "Hello Lady Varner I of course was sent by Robert... I mean Lord Hightower to ask is there anything you wish of me... I mean need." Garlan is rubbing his hands and is clearly nervous.

Robert walks off with his saddle bags over his shoulder, "M'Lady and Garlan be ready with an hour and we shall supp."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

A small company of 250 men approach Oldtown they fly the standard of House Varner a White Weasel and another smaller standard of a Tree on a Red Shield. They make camp safely on the outskirts of the giant city while a young rider in Padded Armor approaches the Keep.

"I am Ser Alexander Irwyn bannerman of House Varner I have come seeking provisions for my company of men enroute to Bandallon. I was told Stewart Garlan Rowan could assist me." Alexander states to the gatesman.

[melon]

"Very well then you and a friend may ride up the Hightower you will find Steward Garlan in the Late Lord Hightower's Solar."

[The Flint]

Lord Francis Varner arrives in Oldtown at the head of 500 men-at-arms wearing the Varner Weasel over their breast. They fly both the Varner standard as well as that of the Hightower. Traveling with them is Ilisebeth Varner, as well as the young servant Flea. They make their way towards the Hightower.

[melon]

Garlan rides out with the Captain of Oldtown, "Welcome Francis now is this visit about business or about pleasure." As he says pleasure he flashes Ilisebeth a smile.

[The Flint]

Ilisebeth flutters her eyes prettily back at Garlan. Francis however just frowns. "It's to be business Garlan. I would like to move into my apartments and offices, meet the relevant lords,captains and men of business. And of course I shall like to see his lordship as well. Please make the proper notifications that the Lord Regent has taken up residence, and is prepared to serve the people. " As they enter the Hightower itself, Francis finally cracks a smile. "Also my mother missed you Garlan, so it was past time for a visit. I will count on you greatly to assist in this transition during difficult times."

[melon]

"Yes of course I will help you Regent by may I remind you I have run Oldtown for almost 40 years. If you want this city to be OK with you moving in I suggest you give me a good job." Garlan flashes an amazing smile, "With the betrothal you held all the cards young man. But this time I do."

[The Flint]

Francis motions for the entire company to come to a halt and gazes over the man with a look that could freeze the Honeywyne.

"Steward, I will not have you speak to me in such tones. You will continue to steward here at Oldtown, because you seem efficient at it. If i desired otherwise, it would be otherwise. As for your betrothal you have failed to even begin the measures required of you, which makes me question how serious you really were regarding this marriage. I may have to reconsider it." He turns to Lady Varner.

"Mother. I'm thinking that it might be better if you returned to Stoatheart. I am not certain that the good steward will be able to concentrate with his beloved here distracting him."

Lady Varner smiled, her eyes sparkling at Garlan.

"Well, I would hate to be a distraction."

[melon]

"Francis when you get to my age you will see that good things take time. You will have your up grades but I must acquire the money first some men do not take it to well if you say to them you are taking your share out of the business. They tend to get quite angry."

Garlan now stares Francis in the eye, "That is all I was asking for I was merely highlighting the fact of the power I wield here in Oldtown and if you were to be away with me certain problems may arise. Now I like you Francis you remind me a lot of myself and I will do everything in my power to see that your Regentship is long and glorious."