Winterfell

[Princess Lyssandra Martell]

"I'm sure we will," she waved goodbye to the man who considered himself a god.

[Dyther Morrigen]

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Dyther wandered the grounds of Winterfell, searching obsessively for the cultist known only by the blackest, most evil name imaginable. He searched for Steve in tavern and tent and room and bath.

[The Flint]

After a time, a man wearing padded armor soaked in blood, and holding a sopping purple handerkerchief to his face, entered a tavern. Six men follow behind him, each in black mail. The bleeding man spotted a man wearing a crow device on his tunic and approached at a quick pace.

"You there, you're Morrigen correct?" The man asked

[Dyther Morrigen]

Dyther's hand eases onto his sword very slightly. "I am. Dyther Morrigen."

[The Flint]

"Good. You're wanted by the Queen." The man says. The man clearly saw the reach for the sword, but chooses to ignore it., "She wants to ask some questions about a man named Steve."

[Dyther Morrigen]

"Well, his name isn't Steve, and that's for damned sure. Not, mind you, that I know what it is." His hand relaxes off his sword and he instead lights a pipe. "Where would the queen like me to attend her?"

[The Flint]

"Her quarters, you can follow me. And if his name isn't Steve, would you recognize the nickname Straw Man?" The man asks. He dabs the bloody gash on his face with the cloth.

[Dyther Morrigen]

"Can't say I do. I called him Steve in Mole Town the night before the army moved out." He looks at the man's face. "Cut yourself shaving?"

[The Flint]

"Not exactly," the man replied, "And he's kidnapped one of the Princesses. Kyma." The man gestured for the Stormlander to follow him back towards the camp.

"he's none to fond of you apparently."

[Dyther Morrigen]

Dyther chuckled. "I killed a few of his boys and gave him a nice little scar." He follows at a small distance from the sellswords.

[The Flint]

"Shame you didn't murder the Other-buggering fuck," the man replied, dabbing at the weeping wound some more. "In any case, the Queen will ask you to accompany a mission to bring her highness back. Straw Man... or Steve, or whoever the hell he is, asked for you by name."

[Dyther Morrigen]

"Pussy turned and ran whilst I carved his boys into holiday dinners." Dyther considers the rest of the message. "We have some unfinished business to resolve. He just didn't want to make two trips I guess."

[The Flint]

"Once the Princess is safe, you can gut the bastard at your pleasure. But not before." The man says, as they make their way towards the Queen's quarters.

[Dyther Morrigen]

"I'll keep that in mind." Not that Dyther had much faith in REALLY getting a chance to kill Steve at a meeting of his choosing, but damned if it wouldn't be fun. "So the princess didn't run off after all, hm?"

[The Flint]

"Yes and no," the blood soaked man replied.