The Ironborn/North Camp

[Ollie]

The 15,500 under Olander Reed arrive and begin to set up camp outside arrow range of the walls of Raventree Hall. A command tent is quickly constructed within the camp, and a messenger is sent for King Erik.

[Erik]

Erik, with a number of guards, rides to the command tent with Jory Piper.

[Ollie]

Olander Reed is already in attendance with his northern warriors, discussing over a detailed map of the Riverlands lain out on the well worn table. Several heads glance upwards as the Greyjoy enters, Reed's being one of them.

"King Erik," he says softly. "It was a trial tracking you down. I'd thought you meant to stand against the armies of Westeros alone."

[Erik]

"Lord Olander." Erik says, grinning, for a greeting. "Can't be caught waiting around in war. Besides, you seem to have found the place well enough. Wish it had been a few days ago, so Ryan Blackwood would have believed me when I told him the North stood with us. Ah, well. He can't deny it now. I expect he'll have a runner out here to tell us he'll bend the knee within the hour."

He sizes the slight man before him up, for a moment, and strides around the table to his side. "But what am I doing? We've not properly met!" He slaps Reed on the back and holds out his hand to the Crannogman. "A pleasure."

[Ollie]

Olander allows himself a slim smile and grips the ironman's hand. "Your kin are on their way south now, King Erik. Once they reach Greywater, I can send word to have them escorted here, or to Seagard and back home, if you wish."

[Erik]

Erik nods, remembering that he does, in fact, have a wife and children. "Let's see. Send the wife and Gysella's daughter home to Pyke. The boy, he's about...seven, now? Fine time to serve as a page, learn to fight and sail. Bring him here."

He turns and walks slowly around the table, inspecting the map, pointing out the numbers he has in the various keeps. "Not near as many as I would like, but that should be changed once Blackwood bows."

[Ollie]

Olander nodded at the instructions, tucking them away in memory. "I take it you've spoken with him?" he inquired, expecting no less.

[Erik]

"Aye. Wouldn't believe me that Stark had 'turned traitor', as he put it. Didn't want to go into too much detail as to the situation. Seems like a good man, though."

[Ollie]

He nodded, and perused the map for a moment. "If he doesn't bend, he'll break. With the majority of the Riverlander forces here and destroyed, our only real opposition will be the Vale, and perhaps the remnants of the Mander."

Olander stroked the wisps of hair coating his chin, and glanced to Erik. "How many men do you command here? Are they loyal, these rivers that feed into the sea?"

[Erik]

"Here, only about 1,600. The Ironborn, they'll fight and die as brave as they always have. The Riverlanders, well, they see how the wind is blowing." Erik gestures at Jory Piper. "They'd rather not fight other Riverlanders, but Valemen? Reachmen? What are some foreigners like that to them?"

[Ollie]

"If it comes to taking Raventree then, how many ironmen?" he asked directly, turning his eyes on the Piper.

[Erik]

"Six hundred. But it won't come to that."

[Ollie]

"It won't," Olander agreed. "Is there ought else you would like to discuss before we move onto your military plans?"

[Erik]

"A couple of things. First, how exactly is Stark being dealt with? And second, should it go awry, who will your men follow?"

[Ollie]

"Dear Myrrah is seeing to Lord Roose. They're acquaintances, and friendly enough. For the time being, the tatters of my forces in King's Landing remain there, and my sweet sister will be arriving there shortly," he said, leaning with one hand against the table.

"It won't go awry," Olander added, confidently.