The Army of the North

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

An army of 4,500, moving south.

[westerosi]

Karlon Cerwyn rode close to King Gariss, unsure what he felt about going this far south. He urged his horse, so he came up next to King Gariss.

"I have never been this far south before, King Gariss. Are you not afraid that you will die too far away for the Old Gods to keep watch over you?"

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Stark sat atop his black charger, his face a mask. He wore a gray tunic with an equally unemotional direwolf head stitched into the chest. On his back was a black sable cloak, clasped with a silver direwolf brooch. All his clothing was shades of gray.

"We are not as far as you think, Karlon," Gariss said, turning his eyes onto his squire. "There are still those who follow the ways of the Old Gods here."

[westerosi]

Karlon seemed to relax a bit after the King's words.

"That gives me a bit of comfort at least. So where are we exactly, my king?"

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"We're a few leagues south of the Neck. Our destination as of yet is undecided, so we may stop and wait for a clearer course of action soon."

[westerosi]

"Yes, my king. I will prepare so that all is ready for you when we set camp."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"That is fine, Karlon."

They arrive at Seagard.