Winterfell

[The Smith]

The ancient keep of the Starks

[The Flint]

The Vanguard arrives at Winterfell. It takes up a position overlooking the castle from some distance. Talyn Thatcher and Lord Bolton approach the walls with a peace flag, and a small group of mounted horsemen beside them.

[The Smith]

A man with a long mustache leaned over the edge of the wall, "Hello" he cried down. He waved as well.

[The Flint]

"Greetings! My name is Ser Talyn, and I command the vanguard of Queen Rhaenys's army! We have been victorious, the Others are defeated! I wish to speak with your commander!"

[The Smith]

"Oh we heard." The man nodded, "Good job. Lord Tyberrion is in the Hall. Is the Queen and King with you?"

[The Flint]

"Nay. They are a day or so behind, but will be here soon with the bulk of our strength. With permission, I'd like to allow my men to begin setting up camp outside, and I'd like to meet with Lord Tyberion."

[The Smith]

The man with the mustache nodded, "Of course. Set your camp over there. You may come in alone."

[The Flint]

Talyn nodded, "As it please you."

Talyn and the troop ride back to the camp to give them orders to set up camp. He orders a cautious camp set up, with standard defensive precautions, paying no mind to camping under the shadow of the greatest castle in the North.

When this is completed, Talyn rides back down to the gate in order to meet with Lord Tyberion Lannister.

[The Smith]

Winterfell is already surronded by large camps of Northmen.

When Talyn gets to the gates he is taken into the walls, and they take his sword. Then they lead him into the great hall were two chairs are set up. The center chair has a young woman of 13 sitting in it. A chair to her left and slightly back holds Lord Tyberrion Lannister. His right leg is missing mid thigh.

His eyes flash with recognition on Talyn. They had met in King's Landing years ago.

[The Flint]

Talyn bowed respectfully, "You must be Lady Stark?" He says, "An honor to meet you, and Lord Lannister, a pleasure to see you again."

[The Smith]

Tyberrion spoke, "Lady Beatrice Stark is quite a gracious host, Talyn. What brings you to Winterfell."

Lady Beatrice turned and smiled at Lannister, her cheeks reddening.

[The Flint]

Talyn nodded, and stood up a little straighter. "My lord, I have been assigned by the Lord Hand Selwyn Baratheon to lead the vanguard of the army as it marches south from the wall. Queen Saella died on the field of battle, and her daughter Rhaenys is Queen. Lord Selwyn is her Hand, and betrothed. The army is marching here, and wishes to stop at Winterfell as it moves to retake any territory held by the Cult."

[The Smith]

Tyberrion yawned, "I know all this. Word travels fast ahead of you. Have you any news of down south?"

[The Flint]

Talyn eyed Lannister suspiciously, since anyone who'd come from the army camp to Winterfell should have been detained. Rumors however, always outpaced horses.

"That was actually my next question, your lordship. I have heard that most of the North is clear of cultists, but have heard conflicting reports at Moat Cailin. Some say Cultists hold it, while scouts report the banners of Frey and Reed flying overhead. Can you confirm anything of that nature?"

[The Smith]

"Lord Frey, and Lord Reed have taken Moat Cailin in preparation in case the Others moved south again. I believe they will want to speak with this new Queen before they abandon the keep." Tyberrion smiled, "A lot of people are going to want a word before kneeling to this chit."