The Search for the Runaway Princess

[Flex]

Corwyn nodded. "Let us wait a while longer to see if any other volunteers show up."

[Marie]

Jeyne nodded.

"How many people are we expecting?"

[Borcas Redwyne]

Borcas shruged.

"We don't know. Apart from the guards, we are waiting for volunteers. You can never set a number for them and be sure about it. I'd say we should wait for a little time and then move, with or without more people."

[Dyther Morrigen]

Dyther yawns. "Every moment makes our job harder. Leave someone to gather anyone up and let's go find this runaway dragon."

[Marie]

You're right," Jeyne agreed with Dyther. "Whoever you are."

[Flex]

Corwyn looked south, then turned to the others. "Remain here; I will quickly ride off to see if I can find any tracks by myself. I should return in about ten minutes." With that he rode off, searching for tracks.

Tracking: Noteworthy

[Ser Beric Dayne]

Ser Owen Lannister arrived, looking cold and irritated. Behind him trailed his bastard cousin Alyn Hill, a wretched man, and no true friend of Owen's, though his ability as a scout and tracker were enough to outweigh all that. He pulled his borrowed horse up alongside Dyther Morrigen, whom he had spoken with on occasion around camp. "Bitch stole my horse," he said. "Damn fine horse, too."

[Borcas Redwyne]

"She stole a HORSE? Gods be damned, that's a fucking crime. A Khal and his Bloodriders may share everything except a horse. A man's mount is his own. It is known." Borcas looks angry.

[Ser Beric Dayne]

"Maybe she thought she could borrow him, seeing as how we're on such fine terms," Owen said, breaking a little smile, partly at his jest, but more so at Borcas's reaction.

[Borcas Redwyne]

"You just don't lay your fucking hands to someone else's fucking MOUNT. Simple as that. No exceptions whatsoever." He was still angry.

[Marie]

"That's Her Grace's sister you're speaking of," Jeyne pointed out. "I expect it was the first horse she saw."

[Borcas Redwyne]

"Well then, she should have fucking took her own. You must thank the gods she didn't pick mine. I swear I'd kill her if she had."

[Ser Beric Dayne]

"Likely," Owen nodded, though he wondered why she hadn't seen all the other horses which were closer to the door.

"It's my horse anyway, so calm yourself, Ser. I'll hear no talk of Princess killing, you shame yourself with such talk."

[Marie]

"Borcas, the queen is fond of you but she won't thank you if you harm her sister. It's not your horse," Jeyne pointed out.

[Borcas Redwyne]

"I said IF. I come from a different land of you. There, we tended to take these matters seriously. I admit I overreacted." Borcas started to calm down, though he was trying hard to restrain himself.