A farm outside of King's Landing

[The Smith]

Lord Commander Trant summons all of the white team to this large farm for an unknown purpose. Slowly over thirty warriors arrive. He waits for more.

[The Flint]

Ser Templeton arrived, and scanned the crowd of competitors with something akin to disgust. Thugs and goons lacking in honor. Of course perhaps that would make them the perfect fit for the Kingsguard.

[Fel]

Ser Petyr Errol arrives, trying to stand tall among all the white cloak hopefuls.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Ser Jeffry Turnberry also arrives at the farm on his fine black mount, wearing an expression of suspicious interest. He, like Ser Templeton cast a dirty eye over the rest of the field.

My goodbrother is winning himself glory and reknown on Driftmark whilst I'm here standing in pigshit with green boys and deluded peasants, he thinks to himself.

[Tallahar]

Ser Callen Tyrell arrives. He did not known what would happen to him as a member of that house. He wore a surcoat with a green field and the large sun of House Karstark.

[The Smith]

Trant smiles at the crowd, "All of you must select a pig or goat from the pens and bring it back here. The first one to return will win several points will the last will earn none. Go." The men charge into the paddocks.

[Tallahar]

Callen is smart and tries to go for a fairly young goat.

[Fel]

Ser Petyr Errol runs to find a strong, healthy looking pig, pushing past people as he does so.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Completely baffled by the challenge, Ser Jeffry jogs to the pen and looks around wildly trying to snatch up the first animal he finds. His first attempt to grab a small pig is unsuccessful, and he slips, ending up face down in the mud. Standing up with befouled clothes, he spits and wipes his face, disgusted.

Rousing himself, he looks around for another animal.

[Sam]

Ser Tristan Risley blocked an elbow that one of the other potential Kingsguard had thrown at his face, and the he shoved the man down into the mud. He headed toward a large goat that was standing slightly apart from the others in the paddock.

[The Flint]

Templeton waits by Trant patiently. When the first person returns with an animal he will bash him in the face, and than take it from them.

[The Smith]

A man who clearly has some giant blood is the first to return, his eyes are the color of granite, and he carries an old billy goat tucked under one arm. He stares at Trant dully.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Still running around the pen madly chasing an animal that hasn't been taken, Ser Jeffry looks back over his shoulder. He sees that a man has already returned and redoubles his efforts.

[Imry Willfyre]

Raymund picks a small baby goat and carries it outside as quickly as he can.

[Sam]

Ser Tristan grabs his goat quickly, without being attacked by any of the other men competing against him, and he carries the struggling animal back toward the Lord Commander.