Horn Hill

[The Flint]

"Fucking Tyrells have fertilizer for brains." the Weasel muttered before going back to his planning.

[Sam]

"If Craych Tyrell is brought before Rodrick, he will surely sell out our cause to save his own skin. I do not believe we can count the Mander as among our allies for much longer."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

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A lone, hooded rider approaches Horn Hill, asking to speak to Lord Hightower.

[The Flint]

He is stopped well beyond Horn Hill at the first line of trenches.

"Identify yourself." a wary looking spearman says, as crossbowmen cover him from a distance.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He removes his hood, "I am carrying a sword and dagger. I am dismounting my horse so that you may take them from me..." On his feet, he raises his hands.

[The Flint]

They do indeed take the weapons. "I'll say again, identify yourself."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"I will not identify myself except to Justin Hightower. I will only say that I am of noble birth and that I come bearing news of great interest to the Far Reach."

[The Flint]

The guard hears this, and doesn't seem to like it. He yells for a sergeant, who comes. The spearman retells the story, and the Sergeant doesn't like it either.

"I'll send for Lord Cyrus. You can tell him who you are, or you can go away."

A short while later, a thin man in black mail and a cloak of black sable appears.

"Speak your name messenger." Lord Weasel says, he approaches close enough to hear a whispered word.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Only one word escapes his lips. "Lefford..."

[The Flint]

"Come with me," Cyrus gestured for the man to follow. Lefford is led through the maze of trenches until they reach the castle. From there, it is stairs, until they arrive at the Solar of Lord Justin Hightower.

Justin stands behind a table. With him is Derick Cuy, and Lord Robby Tarly. Cyrus approaches his lord and whispers to him quietly.

"Lord Lefford. What brings you here today?"

[Lord Howland Royce]

Balor stands in a corner watching the exhange with unhidden curiosity, wondering if he should bring wine and something to eat for the lords.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Friendship, or whatever passes between rebels." He finds himself a seat, hands resting across the wooden arms. "The King of the Rock believes we have a common cause... neither of us wishes to see Rodrik in power. We desire a mutual arrangement, shared troops and shared intel. We will shepherd you through the Riverlands and feed and pay your troops if you need it. His Majesty-the lion, not the stag-understands that you hold little love for him, but I believe that we can put aside our differences..." His proposal is calmly delivered.

[The Flint]

"How stupid does Lord Lannister think we are?" Justin said, his voice low.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Pretty stupid, I imagine, but not as stupid as he thinks I am for suggesting this alliance. The new crown has squeezed his brain a bit too much..." He looked around. "Would wine be inappropriate for this discussion?"

[The Flint]

"Lord Lefford, Your lord is busy dismembering my present allies, eating the scraps from Rodrick's table. Not to mention that between here and the Riverlands, are 60,000 Mandermen. If you were sincere regarding an alliance, you would be striking south out of Crakehall against Old Oak, not chattering with me here."