The Ironborn Camp

[Sam]

Fifty armed men march up to the Ironborn camp, led Lord Simon Tarly himself with Heartsbane hanging from his shoulder. They begin to spread out, moving through the small number of Ironborn searching for a woman with the distinctive silver-gold hair of the Targaryens, while Lord Simon makes his way toward the largest Ironborn tent, searching for Lord Drumm or whoever commands the Ironmen

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Anthony stops Tarly at the edge of the camp,"What do you want Reachman?"

[Sam]

"Where is Ariel Targaryen, pirate," Simon asked simply, glowering up at the giant Ironman. Simon was a large man himself, and muscled, so it irked him to have to look up at this man, but he maintained his composure regardless.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Anthony looked huge with the fire behind him, his scars were easily seen and it made him look more beast than man. "What do you want with her, greenlander."

[Sam]

"That's none of your fucking business. Her grace has ordered Lady Ariel taken into custody, and my duty is to enforce the Queen's laws. If you're harboring a fugitive and we find her here, you might make it back to your islands less a head, unless you feel like cooperating," Simon snarled.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Anthony smiled as thirty Iron born came out of the dark and stood behind him,"Lets see, Iron Born count for three greenlanders a piece, guess I have more 'men' Tarly." The Iron Born were fully armed, having been warned that armed men were at the edge of there camp. The rest were being rounded up and would soon start coming in, in twos and threes.

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Theodore came out of his tent and rushed to the edge of the camp, he had his mail shirt on and Red Rain, but that was all the battle gear he could get. "Tarly, what will you do with the Lady Ariel?"

[Sam]

"Deliver her to the Queen, as per my orders, not that it's any of your fucking business," Simon said. "Are you hiding her or do I have to have my men go through your camp?"

[Ser Aemon Tully]

"I will let you search the camp." Theodore said,"But all we have is Iron Born, drunk Iron Born, camp things, and whores." He moved aside and let Tarly through.

[Sam]

Simon's men searched the slightly fortified encampment swiftly and professionally; there were not many tents to go through, but it was soon clear that, though the Ironborn had aided Ariel in eluding capture, they were not currently harboring her. The Reachmen turned as a group and marched out of the camp after their search was completed, fuming and frustrated by the result.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Theodore smiled as they left, he didn't know where Ariel was. But he was going to find out, more of the Iron Born had gathered, he was going to go with Tarly. With that he picked forty men and set after Tarly.

[Sam]

The men stopped and turned when Simon realized they were being followed. "What the fuck do you want?" he asked.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Theodore shrugs,"I decided to find out what is going on, and you seemed to be at the heart of it." He walked by Tarly and so did his men, they followed after the marching men.

[Sam]

"Drumm, get your fucking men back to your fucking camp and stop trying to interfere with her grace the queen's official business if you value your miserable life. If you want to know what's going on, try asking someone who cares to tell you, for this is all you shall get from me. If you don't get your men back to your camp, I swear by the Father Above you will not live to regret that mistake."

[Ser Aemon Tully]

He stopped,"I am allowed walk around with my men, there is no problem with that. I am not interfering, just curious, but I do not want a fight. And if you have closer to a hundred men, would it not be better then having fifty, further avoiding confrontation."

[Sam]

Simon sighed, exasperated. "Alright Drumm, if you want to see the inside of a dungeon so badly, I'll be happy to oblige. Surrender your arms and come along peacefully, and nobody here will get hurt," he said, drawing Heartsbane.