Sandstone Camp

[theswede]

The place where the Sand Snakes have made camp outside Sandstone.

[theswede]

Quinlan sat with his men and spoke quietly, awaiting Antario's return from speaking with Lord Qorgyle.

[theswede]

Scouts report that a group of riders are approaching Sandstone. They count at least 200 men.

Quinlan rubs his chin, in thought.

"What banners could you see?"

[theswede]

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Quinlan and his Sand Snakes leave in the middle of the night, after Quinlan has spoken with Lord Yronwood.

[Horas]

Lord Antario returns to his camp. He notices the banner of Dondarrion, and more interestingly, the crowned stag of House Baratheon.

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Dondarrion and a score of his riders ride into the camp, hailing guards with the invitation Lord Yronwood sent, and asking to be led to his tent.

[Horas]

Lord Dondarrion is led through the encampment to a grand tent pitched in its center, flying the banner of house Yronwood. Two guards lounge on their spears outside. They nod politely and bid Lord Dondarrion to enter.

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Dondarrion's wary men wait outside, but Dondarrion himself is calm and composed-- making sure not to make a fool of himself again. "Lord Yronwood", he said bowing his head with respect. "To what do I owe this honor?"

[Horas]

Antario sits alone in his tent, a meal set out on the table before him. He smiles when he sees Breck enter.

"Ah, Lord Dondarrion! It has been quite a time since we last met, hasn't it?" His eyes twinkle. "Oh, I asked to see you to indulge my curiosity more than anything else. Besides, it would be terrible hospitality if you came all the way to Dorne and I did not even take the time to dine with you, no?"

[Imry Willfyre]

"You do have a morbid sense of humor, Lord Yronwood", he says, without eating the food on his plate. Withdrawing a satchel he carried he opened a bottle of wine which had already been half emptied. "You wouldn't mind if I finish what I've already started?", he asked with a thin smile.

[Horas]

Antario smirks. "Of course not, Lord Dondarrion. You wouldn't mind if I drank your wine, then?" he gestures to the filled goblet beside Breck's plate. "I hate letting a good vintage go to waste."

The Dornish lord spears a piece of fish with his knife and eats it slowly. "So I wonder, what brings a Royal Prince and his escort all the way to Dorne?"

[Imry Willfyre]

"Of course not. The more wine we drink, the merrier we get", he said with a smile.

Dondarrion takes a sip directly from his bottle and as he finishes he says, "King Rickon sent us to offer help with your fight against the rebels."

[Horas]

"All two hundred of you?" Antario raises an eyebrow, "Our king is too generous."

Antario shakes his head. "Sorry about that, Lord Breck. But it seems Qorgyle would rather not fight at all. He's ordered the army disbanded."

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Dondarrion laughed, "Not us personally. He sent us as negotiators to find out what was need. And yes, it did seem curious that Lord Qorgyle disbanded the army...he said that the rebels only seem to strike when their defenses are weakened."

[Horas]

Antario shrugs. "How would Qorgyle know? It's not as if he does anything other than lounge around in that castle of his. He's certainly never tried to root out any rebels."