Post by The Smith on Sept 11, 2008 12:24:59 GMT -5
Felix rode along side the wagon containing the body of his one time liege lord. The Cassel kept his eyes forward, sometimes straying to Lord Olander Reed and Tyla Stark. The captain of Winterfell's guard was unsure of the Lord Protector, but from what he knew and what he read of Roose's letter he was a man to trust, a man of great ability, and a man of ambition. What was he to make of such a man? Olander Reed's star had risen fast in a short time. Felix almost muttered something under his breath, perhaps a satisfied affirmation of loyalty to the crannogman, perahps an oath of vengence for the late Lord Stark....or perhaps he was merely coughing against the cold....no one would know but him. Somewhat distant, even to his own men, the Cassel maintained a stoic expression on his face, and expression all too common to the First Men of the North.
"A shame....to see so many Starks fallen in so few years," Casimir said, riding up beside him. The maester of Winterfell was as close to being what Felix called a friend as the captain would allow. In reply the Cassel merely said, "Winter is coming, the Starks have always endured, and the heir of Winterfell will be well taken care of." Casimir nodded, "Aye, Lady Tyla has always been a....strong woman...if not kind, and this new Crannogman will be sure that Gariss's inheritance is ready for him when it comes." Felix did not deign to reply again, his eyes flickering to the wagon, and then back ahead of him in a quick movement.
"Still...." continued the maester, tugging on his sleeves, "The line is at risk, newborns have a tendency to not survive infancy....especially in the north." Casimir said this last part with a resigned, almost worried look on his face. Abruptly changing subject he said, "At least Roose Stark's killer was found quickly, he came right to us."
Felix gave a sidelong glance to the maester, "Aye...so it would seem. A fool of an assassin if I ever saw one..." The captain had been absent from the feast, as was his habit he had been seeing to the men of his escort. The sergent had brought him some food though, sent by Roose Stark himself...a hunk of bread and cheese, and a skin of ale, which were still sitting long forgotten in Felix's sattle bag, wrapped in a cloth. Thinking of it, he reached down into the satchel, and, obtaining the food items lightly tossed the poisoined items to the side of the Kingsroad. He was about to empty the skin when a thought struck him. Throwing another sidelong glance to the ever oblivious Casimir the captain slipped the skin back in his bag. "Ale is best served aged..." The captain said against a cold northern wind...a strong, if quiet voice quickly drowned out by the cruel land of the Starks.
"A shame....to see so many Starks fallen in so few years," Casimir said, riding up beside him. The maester of Winterfell was as close to being what Felix called a friend as the captain would allow. In reply the Cassel merely said, "Winter is coming, the Starks have always endured, and the heir of Winterfell will be well taken care of." Casimir nodded, "Aye, Lady Tyla has always been a....strong woman...if not kind, and this new Crannogman will be sure that Gariss's inheritance is ready for him when it comes." Felix did not deign to reply again, his eyes flickering to the wagon, and then back ahead of him in a quick movement.
"Still...." continued the maester, tugging on his sleeves, "The line is at risk, newborns have a tendency to not survive infancy....especially in the north." Casimir said this last part with a resigned, almost worried look on his face. Abruptly changing subject he said, "At least Roose Stark's killer was found quickly, he came right to us."
Felix gave a sidelong glance to the maester, "Aye...so it would seem. A fool of an assassin if I ever saw one..." The captain had been absent from the feast, as was his habit he had been seeing to the men of his escort. The sergent had brought him some food though, sent by Roose Stark himself...a hunk of bread and cheese, and a skin of ale, which were still sitting long forgotten in Felix's sattle bag, wrapped in a cloth. Thinking of it, he reached down into the satchel, and, obtaining the food items lightly tossed the poisoined items to the side of the Kingsroad. He was about to empty the skin when a thought struck him. Throwing another sidelong glance to the ever oblivious Casimir the captain slipped the skin back in his bag. "Ale is best served aged..." The captain said against a cold northern wind...a strong, if quiet voice quickly drowned out by the cruel land of the Starks.