Tully Manor

[Tytos]

A three story building rising up from Rhaenys' Hill, Tully Manor holds a commanding view over the surrounding area. Its foundation and main structure is made of stone, said to have been imported all the way from the Tumblestone in the Riverlands. Outside a short stone wall surrounds the property, and a yard is filled with archery targets and dummies, frequented by many guards and soldiers.

The inner walls are plastered and painted to look like a Riverlands landscape, rivers flowing through rolling hills and stretching fields. The first floor is a common floor open to all, with a large hearth in the corner and tables surrounding. The second floor is the apartments of Riverlanders who have come to stay, filled with many chambers. The third floor is Lord Tully's private quarters, consisting of a library and a study, as well as a bed chamber.

A retinue of guards patrol the outer perimeter frequently, with the number increasing at night.

[Tytos]

Lord Pieter Tully returned to his manor after a long day in the council chambers, welcoming the view of a sun setting across the city walls.

"A very fine sunset, Ser Rivers." He said to his Captain of the Guard, approaching the Manor. A small boy ran up to him with open arms and a large smile.

"Renly, good to see you!" He said, picking his son up. "Where are your brothers, and your Lady mother?" He asked, to which Renly replied, "Same old! Mother is inside in the library, and Selwyn and Yohn are sparring in the yard." Pieter nodded, setting Renly down, and entered the yard to see what mischief the Master-at-Arms was getting his sons into today.

[Horas]

Lord Terrence Blackwood arrives at the appointed time. His two guards remain outside while Lord Terrence approaches the door and requests entry from a guard.

[Tytos]

A guard lets Lord Blackwood in, having been told of his arrival. He is led to a small dining room on the third floor, where Pieter greets him.

"Lord Blackwood, I am glad to see you accepted my invitation." Pieter stated amiably.

[Horas]

"It was my pleasure, Lord Tully," Terrence smiles. "How are you finding the city?"

[Tytos]

Pieter sighs. "As dirty, smelly, and loud as ever. And it never ceases to generate plenty of crime to keep me working. Do you want some wine?" He asked as an aside comment, pouring two glasses of wine.

"How do you find this city where Kings Land?"

[Horas]

Terrence accepts the offered glass and seats himself. "Ah, it is not all so bad, Lord Tully. For every Flea Bottom in this city there is a Great Sept of Baelor. Still," he wrinkles his nose in mock disgust, "the smell of this place is a far cry from the clear streams and tall trees of our Riverlands."

[Tytos]

Pieter nods. "Aye, it is true. As you can very well tell from this Manor," Pieter says, pointing at the walls, "I miss our dear Riverlands. I try to make the trip back to Riverrun as often as I can, but I find Master of Laws a taxing position." Pieter sipped his wine, taking a seat. A small fire crackled in the hearth, just enough to project some light into the room.

"But it is as you say, there are many beautiful places. I myself enjoy the Dragonpit, they must have been awesome creatures, despite their masters."

[Horas]

"I have never been there," Terrence says, "Though it looks imposing even from a distance. I have heard that when the Targaryens were in power, they lined the Red Keep's throne room with the skulls of dragons -- dragons with maws large enough to swallow a man whole. As you say, they must have been awesome creatures."

[Tytos]

Pieter sat back and imagined the skull of a dragon-- and found it a rather difficult task. "It is truly a shame, that dragons have been long gone. I wonder if in time, people will forget... And perhaps they will become myths, like the Children of the Forest?" Pieter sipped his wine and took a moment to ponder that idea.

[Horas]

"Perhaps..." Terrence looks contemplative as well. "History is a fickle mistress. Who knows what she will remember and what she will forget?"

[Tytos]

Pieter nods in agreement. "Aye, and isn't it a man's dream to be the one she remembers?"

[Horas]

Terrence looks into his wine cup, considering that statement. "Perhaps. But it is better to be forgotten than to be remembered for the wrong reasons," he says quietly.

[Tytos]

Pieter nodded, understanding the allusion Terrence had made. "Aye, but even the most wretched of deeds can be forgiven by those who truly and honorably strive for it."

[Horas]

"That is my most fervent hope," Terrence says. But then his serious air evaporates, and his features are once more at ease. "But did you have business to discuss, Lord Tully? I can only assume you did not summon me here to chat about dragons and ruminate on history."