Somewhere along the Prince's Pass

[Ser Sylvan Dondarrion]

The last of the bodies had been tossed over the edge of a steep sandstone bank, sent rolling and tumbling down to the floor of the valley several hundred feet down. Now That is one hell of a fall, Sylvan thought, relieved that he wasn't one of the few being tossed down. Then again..., there were more than a few grey cloaks billowing in the air as they fell along with the dusty reds and earthy browns that wrapped up their attackers. More raiders from Dorne, , he turned away from the scene, not watching the last of the raider's dead be tossed over. Instead, his eyes looked up along a naturally smoothed "path", zig-zagging further into the dull red rocks... Foot and horsehoe prints could be seen in the light blanket of sand that had accumulated. Looks like Lord Caron is going to have some company tonight.

Allowing a quick smirk, he turns to the men behind him. "Mount up. We have Dornishmen to kill! These stoney Dorners ones are hard, but Stormlanders are harder!" Oh, it would be an interesting night to say the least...