Horn Hill

[wookie]

Benfry shook his head in frustration
"I am a soldier, not a General such as yourself Lord Webber, so I will be happy to follow your counsel on this matter"

[The Flint]

Lord Webber nodded, and than spoke softly his advice.

[wookie]

Benfry nodded and whispered in return

[The Flint]

The conversation breaks up.

[mark]

Lord Robb Tarly, after giving the Lord Regent a respectable amout of time to rest, informs the guards outside Benfry's room that he will have a word.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

A message arrives for Aemon Webber from Alexander Irwyn with the request to lead troops to meet his forces at Nightsong.

[mark]

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Robb arrives at Horn Hill, and his army is dispersed, except for his own sworn men. His garrison is larger than usual, and he keeps extra guards, due to the earlier assassinations. He moves his things into his father's own rooms, the Lord's chambers, and holds courts for his subjects. On his third day, a funeral is held at Horn Hill, solemn and private, held in honor of Lord Trevor Tarly and Ser Bret Tarly. He stays for one week before announcing that he must travel to King's Landing for a quick trip. He brings one hundred guards and heads up the Rose Road, leaving his castellan in charge during his brief absence.

[The Flint]

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Ser Radek had spent the last few hours saying goodbye to his friends amongs the Far Reach Army. Even Lords Blackbar and Tarly had stopped in to share a pint of beer, and to see him off.

Ser Radek rode atop his piebald courser, He had on his only suit of armor, a coat of plates his brother Darius had gifted him back when he earned his spurs in Dorne. Over that, a gold colored surcoat with red stripes. A strand of his brown hair stuck out from beneath the chainmail coif atop his head.
On his left, and slightly behind him, on a brown palfrey rode his squire Jysten Hastwyck. The boy was in boiled leathers, and wore them as proudly as any lord's suit of plate. He was holding Radek's banner from his saddle position, so serious that Radek could have mistaken himself for someone important. He'd made the mistake of telling the boy a few nights ago about his own role as standard bearer under the great Butcher of Sunspear, and the ever since the he'd refused to go anywhere without it.

On his right, and riding abreast was his friend Brother Renard. Renard has readily agreed to come north with him, saying there was undoubtedly many folk in need in and around King's Landing.

He thought about his sister, Willa, as they rode north along the Rose Road.