Road to Norvos

[Flex]

The black knight and his sellsword company are riding towards Norvos. They have allready left a few miles between them and Pentos.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Far off behind them a figure on a large black horse can be seen riding towards them at some pace.

[Fel]

Lexo Kolle whistles to Beric to let him know they are being followed.

[Flex]

"Lord Beric... rider, behind us." Gaharr said as he saw the man in the distance. Beric called a halt and turned. Indeed he could see a man in the distance, riding a black horse. "We'll wait. See what he wants."

[Quenton Baratheon]

After a few minutes, the rider catches up with them. He reins up his huge horse sharply, and jumps down from the saddle, walking towards them. He is clearly of Westerosi origin and in his early thirties, although his face is largely obscured by his wild auburn hair and equally untamed beard. He is wearing a dusty crimson tunic with no device.

"Room for one more?" he calls out to the group as a whole.

[Flex]

Beric trots his horse over to the man. "If you're decent with sword, axe, lance, arakh, bow... or any other weapon, then of course!"

[Quenton Baratheon]

"Mace." The man says simply.

[Flex]

"The mace! A good weapon. Now, if you have any questions regarding this company, I would like to hear them."

[Quenton Baratheon]

The man tilts his head. "Planning on seeing much fighting?"

[Flex]

Beric smiled. "Wherever we go, hopefully. I get the feeling there is always a need for fighting around the free cities. Who knows, we may find battle around the next corner. But my final target is to return to Braavos. Up until then, any fight that comes our way will be fought."

[Quenton Baratheon]

"Sounds good to me then," the man says with a shrug, as he turns and goes back to his horse.

[Flex]

"If I may ask your name, Ser?" Beric says as the man goes to get his horse. He hoped his guess as to him being a knight was right.

[Quenton Baratheon]

The man did not turn, but paused in his stride.

"Victer," was all he said, before mounting his horse.

[Flex]

"Ah, well, Welcome Victer. I am Ser Beric Dayne, and these are my friends Gaharr, Zandros and Zarztahn." He said, indicating each man when he said his name. "Our next stop is Norvos."

[Fel]

Lexo the Volantene thought he recognised Victer from somewhere.