The Arbor

[The Flint]

"And what, pray tell, did Archibald Winter Redwyne plan entail?" Cyrus said, grinding his teeth in annoyance, although a smile played on his lips.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Dorian smiled as he appreciated his own cleverness, "A simple ruse really, to snare his catch, Archibald disguised his vessel as a rich trader and waited for the enemy to close before springing his trap" Dorian said with a smile, "we can do the same a heavy vessel, except rather then richness in gold it holds richness in steel. When the pirates bite they find their easy mark a dangerous one and the noose of the arbor fleet tightening around their neck from a hidden location."

[The Flint]

"I was going to suggest the same thing, and I've never heard of Archibald what's his name." Cyrus said, laughing. "Maybe one day you'll write a book about my tactics, assuming someone hasn't already thought all the good ones up."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Only the Father knows," Dorian says with a smile. "We may want to talk to Master Flea to see what he knows as well, for our ploy to work we will have to get word to the pirates somehow and if anyone knows how they pass information then Master Flea will."

[The Flint]

"Maybe difficult for us to figure out what it is they want to. Lord Redwyne tells us their choice of targets is... enigmatic." Cyrus said. "I'm sure Master Flea can help."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Well then I guess our course is set, lets hope that the winds are favorable and we avoid any storms," Dorian said.

"Hopefully we can have this case unraveled and the evidence available by the time Lord Hightower and my brother return from the Capital, so that we can move straight to action. Lord Foster how many ships do you think would be required and how soon can they be made ready?"

[The Flint]

"Well you'll need your bait. and than pehaps four or five more?" Lord Foster suggested. "They seem to be good at avoiding ships that come from the Arbor. I'd suggest picking your vessels from Oldtown."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Very well, we appreciate your help Lord Redwyne." Dorian says with a bow to the older man.

[The Flint]

Cyrus bowed as well. "If we here we may make it to Oldtown before nightfall Dorian, shall we press our luck?" Cyrus gestured towards the sun's position in the sky.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"I'd say we shove off on the morrow? The wind aught be against us so sailing North should be slower going. That would be of course if we are not putting Lord Redwyne out by staying an extra night," Dorian says as he looks at Lord Foster.

[The Flint]

"Not at all, more the merrier." Lord Foster said, gesturing at the long benches his servants were preparing for dinner.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Excellent this will give me an opportunity first hand to investigate whether a Summer or Fall vintage is better," Dorian smiled. "Would it be all right if I washed up first?" Dorian said trying to by some time to check out the Maester's Library.

[The Flint]

Foster looked down his nose slightly, "I would expect nothing less milord Florent, by all means." He smiled. Cyrus laughed. "Lord Foster, we shall see you at supper."

[The Flint]

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The next day Lords Varner and Florent return to Oldtown.

[merchant]

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After spending a few days with his kin, Luke departs the Arbor, heading for Oldtown, to speak with Lord Hightower's Steward.