Heart's Home

[Imry Willfyre]

The ancient seat of House Corbray. A beautiful if decaying structure with several banners displaying the proud house arms of the Corbray's.

[Imry Willfyre]

Owen is in the stables, anxiously awaiting the arrivals of servants bringing his horse and belongings. Quietly he hums a tune.

[Horas]

The servants quietly do as bid, and soon the young Corbray's belongings are ready to go.

[Imry Willfyre]

Owen looked around, pleased. He let the servants do as they were told and then got ready to mount his horse...when he realized his squire was missing. "Where is Harry?", Owen asked with visible impatience.

[Horas]

The servants look at each other, then down at the ground. Eventually one of them ventures, "I think he's with the baker's daughter again, Ser."

[Imry Willfyre]

"Seven Hells!", Owen exclaimed, jumping from his horse and pushing aside one of the servants. "Is he in his chambers or the kitchens?", Owen asked, waiting only a moment for the answer.

[Horas]

"Uh..." The servant colors, "Behind the armory, is what I heard."

[Imry Willfyre]

Owen made off for him without any further questioning. When he came upon the armory, he put his back to the wall, and leaned a leg against it. "Hurry the fuck up, Harry!", he said. He was annoyed, yes, but at least Harry was getting some.

[Horas]

A startled yelp comes from behind the armory, and shortly after a boy rounds the corner, lacing up his breeches as he does so. Harry Upcliff smiles sheepishly. "Is it time to leave already, Ser?" The fourteen year old asks.

[Imry Willfyre]

"Been time to leave", he says, slapping the boy on the back playfully and getting towards his horse. "Get on, I don't want to have to wait for you to run to the stables", he said, motioning towards the horse. He mounted and sat in the saddle. If the boy hadn't been his squire for a long time he would have made him walk to the stables, but the situation was not so, and Owen wanted to get on the road.

[Horas]

Harry hops on. "Why are we going to this council thing anyways, Ser?"

[Imry Willfyre]

"Rodrick likes those who display loyalty...and it's time I got out of this shithole." He sent the horse into a gallop towards the stables. When they arrived he all but pushed off Harry, and ordered his other three retainers (a septon and two guardsmen) to mount up as well.

[Horas]

Harry lands nimbly on his feet and then mounts his own horse. The septons and guards follow, and soon the whole party moves out.