The 'Guest' Chambers of Meraxes Frey

[Tytos]

Pieter looked carefully over the evidence, before continuing. "And I suppose you stole these from his chambers?" He asked, continuing.

"And can you provide a list of all the co-conspirators under Warren and the recipients?"

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"No, but I do know the names of the people who are responsible for our treasury. If he is spending Frey gold, he would have to either outwit or ally himself with the castellan, the maester, and one or two clerks."

"As for the evidence itself. I only stole the ledger..." he took a breath before contiuing. "The letters I was to deliver for him to these... people."

[Tytos]

"And you are sure of your convictions, Meraxes?"

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"As sure as if he had stood there and told me himself."

[Tytos]

Pieter nodded, turning around and taking a few steps. "I shall deal with this when the time is right. If you learn of any more...rebellious thoughts, do tell." Pieter stated quietly, yet sternly.

"Now if you will excuse me, I am going down for the feast." Pieter said, as he left the room.

[Ollie]

With the din outside creeping in as they enter the hallway, the guards Yellow-Tooth and Crow's Feet throw open the door of Meraxes Frey's room, accompanied by six other men.

"You poxy son of a festerin' whore, get on yer fuckin' feet!" the young crannogman roared, stomping to the Frey and driving the butt of his spear forcefully into the hunchback's gut. Despite if he wills to or no, a pair of spearmen abandon their weapons on the far side of the room and haul the riverlander up, forcing him against the wall.

"What the fuck have you done!" the lad with yellowing crooked teeth continued to rage. "Who the fuck is workin' with you! How many men! Who, where?!" He drove a studded leather fist into Meraxes' belly, slamming him against the wall.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

The first takes Meraxes, killing any speeches he might prepare in his defense. The second blow just pisses him off. "What the fucking hell is this about?! Have you gone mad or something?! Has the fucking swampjuice in your mouths finally reached your brains?!" He does not struggle or strike back, but he makes no effor to honey his words.

[Ollie]

The third is a vicious backhand, striking Meraxes across his face. "Don't give us none of your fucking lies! Who's working with you, WHO?!"

As Yellow-Teeth raged on, Crow's Feet leaned heavily against his spear and spat on the ground, saliva landing on the boot of the riverland captive. "You say swampjuice, you mangy bastard?" the elder spearman drawled, scratching his chin. "Ya'll head him, boys. Swampjuice. Sounds like a poison, don't it? This dead man just confessed."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Aye, confessed to not knowing what you're gibbering about! I've been in this room since I've arrived! My only contact has been with you two rootbrained imbeciles, Lord Pieter Tully, and that rude cretin you call a castellan! Which one am I conspiring with, eh?" He pointed at the two gusards in turn. "You?! Maybe you smuggled the poison in your empty mouth! If I'm guilty, so are you by implication since you never left my side! But whoever was poisoned, I likely had no cause to kill them!"

[Tytos]

Pieter came up the steps and walked hastily down the hall, before coming into the room. "Meraxes Frey!" He yelled, his goal to silence the arguing between the Crannogman and the Frey.

[Ollie]

All of the heads swiveled in unison to Pieter Tully. Yellow-Teeth reached out and smacked Meraxes Frey across the cheek one more time, for good measure.

"Lord Tully," Crow's Eyes broke the silence. "You know anythin 'bout this?"

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Meraxes tolerates the violence.... He has endured worse from his cousins and elders.

[Tytos]

Pieter stood there, his gaze turning from Meraxes to the Crannogman. "I do not, but I intend to get to the bottom of this. Meraxes, did you poison the food or drink at the feast?" Pieter asked pointedly.

[Ollie]

Yellow-Tooth scoffed at the question, but remained otherwise silent.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"No, I did not poison the food or drink at the feast and I would like to know I why I am being suspected despite having been in same small, windowless room since my arrival." Meraxes does not raise his voice nor attempts to stand. At most, he appears more frutrated at being asked silly questions than any real fear of being executed. "I assume Reed guards his kitchen for this very reason. All you need to do to prove my guilt is find someone who talked to both myself and your cooking staff in the past few hours..."