Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 10:48:31 GMT -5
The day back at Winterfell was filled with a sense of urgency. All day Roose met with lords in both private and public settings, and that night he was up all night reading reports and letters from all over the north. He would lean back, debating a softer approach in some areas, a harsher approach in others, and as he worked he found that one solution to the whole rebellion could not be applied to all regions in defiance. So to clear his mind Roose lifted himself up onto a bar hanging from the roof, lifting himself up and down until sweat began to bead on his forhead. The window was open, and the cool night air helped clear his head.
Finally, when he retired to his bed, he still found himself thinking. It was one thing to command, another to become a good steward over conquered lands. And so the next morning, as he was breaking his fast over some oatbread and cheese he layed two books before himself, both emblazoned with the head of the Grey Direwolf. One was the journal of Eddard Stark that he had found so long ago, a personal account of his war in the south during Robert's Rebellion. The second was written by one of the Kings in the North long past, the name faded away. It was mostly a book of numbers and figures, something Roose was never to proficient at, having not the inclination years before to start learning, at that point he was still a terror, and known as the 'Wild Wolfling' to the people of Winterfell. Finally, he closed the books, and looked up to the maester. "Send the lords in..."
Result: Roose moves closer to Grandmaster in command, and gains beginner stewardship.
Finally, when he retired to his bed, he still found himself thinking. It was one thing to command, another to become a good steward over conquered lands. And so the next morning, as he was breaking his fast over some oatbread and cheese he layed two books before himself, both emblazoned with the head of the Grey Direwolf. One was the journal of Eddard Stark that he had found so long ago, a personal account of his war in the south during Robert's Rebellion. The second was written by one of the Kings in the North long past, the name faded away. It was mostly a book of numbers and figures, something Roose was never to proficient at, having not the inclination years before to start learning, at that point he was still a terror, and known as the 'Wild Wolfling' to the people of Winterfell. Finally, he closed the books, and looked up to the maester. "Send the lords in..."
Result: Roose moves closer to Grandmaster in command, and gains beginner stewardship.