The Dondarrion Encampment

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Troops, fortifications, flags, etc. get you own damn map!

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

Lord Martyn Lefford and his newly acquired Maester Josef ask to speak to the Hand. They are perfectly alone and unarmed.

[Imry Willfyre]

They are ushered into the keep at Nightsong, though kept under close watch the entire time. When he is escorted into the Hand's room, he looks up at Lefford with a remote air of courtesy. "Lord Lefford. This is a surprise."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Somehow I doubt it. I just finished several days of negotiationg a proposition with your compatriot Lord Hightower... should I restate it or am I to assume you've already recieved the raven?"

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Dondarrion stared at him blankly. "I hope this is worth my time, Lord Lefford."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Very well..." he sighed as he took a seat and folded his hands. "His Majesty has deigned to offer an alliance to your fraternity. He desires Rodrik dead as much as you and wishes to offer his services towards that end, But first there are somerthing like 50,000 Mandermen in your path, so we'll be attending to that first. Lord Hightower has already given his assent, but I didn't think it was affair to go without consulting you."

[Imry Willfyre]

"You are planning to get rid of the Mandermen? Unless the Maester you came here with is the Warrior in disguise, I can't see how you expect me to believe that." He turned and eyed Lefford carefully.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Cedric is better than the Warrior, Your Grace. He is a king, so he is blessed by all Seven. But if that doesn't satisfy you, a war on two fronts will keep the Mander on their toes. Despite the Riverrun fiasco, we do have competent generals."

[Imry Willfyre]

"Okay...", Breck said. "Deliver your point quickly, Lefford. I haven't much time to idly chat."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Cedric knows you're kingkillers, not kingmakers. You're rebels with a distinct cause and that cause is cutting off the stag's antlers. Well, we're willing to provide the saw. We can provide coin for troops and transport, shared intel, unified reenforcements... so on and so forth, you get the picture. An alliance, you grace. To prove it, we will strike at Old Oak, so you know we're not.... yanking your chain." He smirked before wiping it from his face. "My apologies, I always wanted to say that to the Hand of the King."

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck ignored the jest. "Even if that were to happen, what does Cedric want from us?"

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Only that you succeed."

[Imry Willfyre]

"Act first, because only you prove what you say is true I will agree to nothing."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He nods, "Of course, my brother-in-law is quite a bastard. If you do not attack immediatelty afterwards though, we'll take it as a sign you've disregarded the offer. We're already bad guys, so the Tyrells won't find our actions particularly fiendish..."

[Imry Willfyre]

Breck laughed. "Attack the Mander? Why would I do such a foolish thing?"