Lord's Solar

[Fel]

"We will sit, and wait. Rodrick's mood is as changeable as the weather, he might well decide conquering a pretty wench to be more worthwhile then fighting for the Shields."

"The Shields will not be abandoned until the very last possible moment."

"But I had called you here for a different reason Creyon. I want Greyshield to go to you, but not right away. For now you have impressed me and I want you by my side. Your father is dead, but your uncle is without sons since they were killed taking the Shields. I will honour his sacrifice by give him the lordship of Greyshield, and when he dies it will pass to you."

[Creyon Harlaw]

"All the more reason to protect the Shields then," laughed Creyon. "If that is all I should be making haste back to Harlaw to see my uncle. I have not always been on his good side, and I better start now before he adopts someone else," says Creyon, obviously happy with the news.

[Fel]

"Go then. And if you have any problems with that uncle of yours I will make him understand that his options are limited."

He turned then to Balon, to see if his brother would raise any objections to the war plan he laid out.

[Lord Balon Harlaw]

Balon grunted and shrugged lightly.

“I do not like the thought of running before these soft Reachmen…It reeks of cravenness. Still, I will follow your plan, brother.”

[Creyon Harlaw]

Creyon takes his leave and makes for Harlaw.