The Tent of King Selwyn

[Sam]

Lord Simon Tarly comes to Lord Selwyn Baratheon's seeking Lord Roxton, or the Hand himself, to inform them that the Reach armies are ready to march.

[The Smith]

Selwyn sees Tarly and nodded at him, "We move. You take command of the Valeman, Northmen, and Riverlanders and start to march south. Behind you will be the Targaryens guarded by the Mander and the Dornish. The rest of us will take the rear." He looked at nodded at his own men. Turning his glare back to Tarly, "Thatcher leads the van, send out men to establish communication with him. I do not want you blundering into him and attacking." His fists clench at the memory of that occurance on the march north. "Any Questions?"

[Sam]

"None, my lord. It will be done," Simon said curtly. He waited for a moment to see if the former king had any other orders for him, before he turned to begin relaying the order to begin marching south.

[The Smith]

"Tarly" Selwyn said, and then licked his lips, "Be careful. I brought these men to end of the god damn world. I do not want to lose any of these brave fuckers on the way home."

[Sam]

"Yes, my lord." Simon said quietly. He hesitated for a moment, and then looked up at Lord Baratheon. "Might I actually have a word in private with you, my lord?" he asked.

[The Smith]

"If it is brief." Selwyn glanced at Roxton, "He will hear it after you leave so you might as well speak now."

[Sam]

"I do not trust our Ironborn allies," he said candidly. "They made a right unseemly display at the Queen's... Council and I noticed them with that Dornish woman who may be kin to her grace, or may just be a pretender. I like it not, I'll readily admit, although the Queen seemed to brush off my concerns when I brought them to her grace. I fear that they will stir up trouble if left unchecked and I believe that it would be best to round them up early, to ensure they do not become problematic later down the road." Simon spoke quickly but softly, lest his voice carry outside of the tent to unwanted listeners, and all the while he watched the scarred warrior's face for the reaction to his words.

[The Smith]

Selwyn face was stony where the scars did not touch his face, "Has it come to this already?" He looked at Roxton.

Lord Roxton spoke up, "They did not kneel as you commanded, your grace."

[Sam]

"They did not, and the woman essentially swore to rebel as soon as we reach the capital," Simon added quietly.

[The Smith]

Selwyn shook his head, "I will not start an attack based on that." He glanced at Roxton harshly. "I will summon Drumm and Greyjoy and see what they have to fucking say." He looked Tarly, "Would you like to stay?"

[Sam]

"Aye, my lord, if you will it so," Simon said.

[The Smith]

Selwyn nodded, and barked "Dunn prepare the men to move. Groomsman go fetch the Ironborn commanders." He sighed and rubbed at his eye. Then he stared south as he waited in silence.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Drumm came as soon as he was called, he was dressed in full mail and had Red Rain strapped to his hip. "You called."

[The Smith]

"Drumm there is concern that the Ironborn did not kneel." Selwyn said his voice full of gravel.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

"I said I swore my allegiance to her, is that not kneeling or do you want me to actually kneel, milord."