The Kingsroad

[Horas]

"A less than reputable man, huh? I guess that narrows it down to three quarters of Westeros, at least." Lucas smirks, then tries to duck away from the expected cuff.

[Ollie]

"You think you're clever, don't you?" The feigned buffet was only half-hearted at best, and the spear-thin Blackwood easily dodged it. "I just might be able to narrow it down a little further than that for you, as it were, but it seems you'll have to wait," he said with a smirk, knowing the agitation that witholding information would cause Lucas, "We have riding to do."

Taking the reins tight in his hands, the tiny crannogman spurred his mount into a canter, leaving Lucas in the company of his fellow northmen as he galloped ahead down the Kingsroad.

[Horas]

Lucas growls his frustration, then sends his horse galloping after Lord Olander's.