The King's Road

[The Smith]

The Road from Castle Black to King's Landing.

[The Smith]

As Thatcher rode back toward Queenscrown a single horse and rider move out of the woods to join his column.

[The Flint]

Talyn wheeled his horse around and turned to face the rider, his hand on the handle of his flail.

"Identify yourself!" he says sternly.

[The Smith]

As she rode closer she pulled back her hood and Talyn could see her flaming red hair, "Who do you think it is, Dead Man? A simple run away named Lianna. I wish to travel South, and was hoping you big strong swordsmen could protect me."

Talyn recognizes Kyma Targaryen.

[The Flint]

Talyn tried to keep a smile off his face, but failed miserably. "Ah. Lianna. Welcome and well met, What awaits you to the south?"

[The Smith]

"Freedom." Kyma replied immediately. "I presume that means you will escort me to Winterfell?" She pulled her horse up besides his and glared at him. "I have a hankering to be away from big cats."

[The Flint]

Talyn raised his eyebrow, " It would not be appropriate for me to leave you alone by yourself on the road. Although there must be people at your home who will miss you? Perhaps we could let them know that you are alright, at least? So they do not worry."

[The Smith]

Kyma started coldly at Talyn, "That would be unwise. I am sure I would be dragged back there, and that I will now allow." She pointed a finger at Talyn and lectured, "And if you let that happen I will come back and teach you exactly how a knight is suppose to protect a lady."

[The Flint]

Talyn nodded, "I'll hold my tongue, but if you expect not to be noticed by others, you'll need to do better with changing your appearance than that... Lianna."

[The Smith]

Kyma snarled a fake smiled, "Correct me if I am wrong, but are there not more woman of my complexion here then in the south? And do not jibe me, I left in a hurry before I ended up the main course for some fat supporter of my sister."

[The Flint]

Talyn eyes widened, "Oh...Oh, I'm... sorry. I understand. I merely meant to assist. If you do not wish to alter your appearance further, you do not have to. I thought perhaps a change of hair cut or the like would assist."

[The Smith]

Kyma frowned, and eyed him suspiciously, "What do you suggest?" He hand moved up to caress her long red locks.

[The Flint]

"Your long hair is well known your hi..Lianna, if it were shortened, it might alter the shape of your face, and throw off those who are familiar with your look." Talyn says. This is probably going to get me killed.

[The Smith]

Kyma looked momentarily worried. "Do you want to cut it here or when we camp?" She bit her lip and raised her chin, "I guess maybe we should do it sooner, rather then later." She looked around searching for something with her eyes.

[The Flint]

Talyn nodded, "better to do it here. Perhaps we can pass you off as a simple camp f...tag-along," he says. He slows his horse down, "what are you looking for?"