The Boneway

[Horas]

The easternmost pass through the Red Mountains of Dorne, so named for the many skeletons that line its length.

[Horas]

Lord Paramount Horas Martell of Dorne arrives at the army encamped at the Boneway, one hundred knights serving as his bodyguard. He makes his way towards Lord Fowler's command tent.

[wookie]

Wencel looks up from a journal as Lord Horas enters and smiles.
"Lord Horas, what a pleasant surprise. Please, come in. There are some refreshments and food if you would care to partake" he beckons and a youthful looking squire nervously comes forward holding a tray with some wine and water.

"I trust everything is well back in Sunspear? I was saddened to hear of Lord Qorgyle's death" he marks his place in the journal and closes it over, standing up to greet his liege lord.

[Horas]

Horas accepts a glass of water and drinks from it slowly. The young leader of Dorne is clad in scale mail and riding leathers. While he does not manage the easy grace in armor that some men can pull off, he does not look out of place either.

"Lord Ramsey was like a father to me. But Dorne will continue on in his absence, stronger than before."

[wookie]

Wencel inclined his head "Of course. And is it about this strengthening that you have come to speak about? Thus far King Rodrik has managed to divide his enemies and strike at them separately but that will not last forever" he stretched and took a sip of water from his own glass.
"Of course that is not necessarily any of our concern, but in troubled times it never hurts to be prepared for danger"

[Horas]

"If we stay in the passes and do not declare, we cannot lose. But while all eyes are turned away... It is time for us to do some housekeeping." Martell's blue eyes watch Wencel, cool and unrevealing.

[wookie]

Wencel nodded "I concur. We've kept some vipers in the nest for far too long. I like snakes, but I prefer them to bite on my command, not theirs" he smiled slightly.
"Were you perhaps thinking here," he indicates on a map "And here?" he gazes at Horas for a moment

"I'd be happy to take steps to resolve the situation" he continued after a short pause

[Horas]

Horas looks to where Wencel points. "Precisely," he says.

"I would prefer not to involve the army. Complete secrecy is not essential, only... deniability. Can I trust you to take care of this matter, Wencel?"

[wookie]

Wencel inclined his head "Of course, milord. It will take a bit longer to arrange, but I assure you the end results will be the same" he cracked the knuckles on his left hand as he studied the map for a moment

[Horas]

"Good," Horas says. He finishes his cup of water and folds his hands in front of him. "Perhaps you have some relative or sworn man, Lord Wencel, that is loyal and capable but landless?"

[wookie]

Wencel paused for a moment, gauging the Lord Paramount's intent before answering.
"I'm afraid most of my relatives died in the...ah troubles, milord. Those that did not went into exile to Braavos with your lady mother and were disinherited. Most died there or have new lives far from these shores. The only kin I have left now are my wife and her family, and my children though I have high hopes for them, as any father does" he studies the man for a moment before looking down into his cup and taking a sip of water

[Horas]

Horas nods quietly. "House Martell does not forget the service that Lord Quentin Fowler did for Dorne. I only wish to see that his kin are adequately rewarded." He turns to leave. "Best of luck to you, Lord Wencel."

[wookie]

"And you, milord. I remain at your service should you need me" he watched the man leave before returning his attention to the maps on his table with a frown

[Horas]

After briefly speaking with a few other commanders, Horas Martell and his escort rides east for Sunspear.