The Reargaurd

[Ser Beric Dayne]

Riding about a quarter mile behind the main column to protect the rear of the army from any trouble which might lay behind them.

[Ser Beric Dayne]

Owen Lannister rode near the head of the rearguard, his mind far from the frigged cold beyond the wall. He was hungry and tired, and his thoughts were all on what might have become of his beloved Casterly Rock. He wondered if his father still lived, and what had become of his favorite sisters.

He'd grown deaf to the sound of hooves on hard ground, in his head he heard the sound of his harp, with his sister Aranya's quivering high pitched voice singing along to some happy song.

He didn't know how far it was to the wall, but he hoped a warm bed near a fire awaited him there.

[Tallahar]

Owen spots a single horseman riding towards the rearguard.

[Ser Beric Dayne]

He keeps riding, lost in thought as the rider approaches, barely taking any notice in the man, as he didn't recognize him at a distance.

[Tallahar]

The man stopped his horse by Owens. He had the exact same hair as the Lannister heir and bright green eyes, "So are you a bastard or one of the trueborn sons?"

[Ser Beric Dayne]

"A brother I presume?" Owen said, raising an eyebrow. He had so many half siblings and bastard siblings that he didn't even attempt to learn who they all were. "True born, our father's heir," he said, as he turned his horse to pull more even with the man. "Ser Owen, and which one might you be?"

[Tallahar]

"The first one or at least I think I am. Ser Randal Flowers the bastard of Haley Dawnrose."

[Ser Beric Dayne]

"Well met, Ser Randal," Owen said, extending a hand. He'd heard of this one, it would have been hard not to have. Though he distrusted his bastard siblings and cared very little for them, he decided to be courteous.

"I trust your mother is well?" he asked, taking a blind shot, as truth be told he knew little of what had become of the Dawnrose woman.

[Tallahar]

"Dead or so I believe. Much like our father it seems."

[Ser Beric Dayne]

"Seems that way, though who can know for certain? Tell me, Ser Randal, what are your plans when all this is through?"

[Tallahar]

"Whore, maybe a drink a little. Why do you have a castle or a widow that needs a dashing Knight?"

[Ser Beric Dayne]

Owen laughed. "Simple wants are certainly the easiest to fulfill. I don't know about a castle or a widow, but a good sword arm is always in want. You are welcome at the Rock should you ever wish to move a bit to the north," he smiled.

[Tallahar]

"I've seen the Rock before it's big. I think I may stick my plan though. There must be some widow in westeros. I might try for one a little more south though I truly hate the cold."

[Ser Beric Dayne]

"Well I doubt there will be any shortage of widows. No doubt you could have a whole harem if you found the right Septon," he joked. "The offer stands, should prospects sour in the south," he said with a quick nod. "Pity to have 19 siblings and scarcely know them," he said easily, despite the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

[Tallahar]

"19 at last count... Impressive of the old randy bastard. I guess there would be a few more with the march North he would of found a crofters daughter or a widow to fuck."