Cells of Winterfell

[The Smith]

The dank and dark cells of Winterfell.

[The Smith]

A mustached man approaches the cells in the wee hours of the morning. Moving up to Thatcher's cell he smiles and waves, "Hello. Good Morning." His voice is sing-songy in its pitch.

[The Flint]

Talyn, who found it difficult to sleep inside prison, watched the man bleary-eyed,

"Ah.. good morning. You seem awful cheery to be the executioner..." Talyn said, the inflection making it clear the statement was a question as to who the man really was.

[The Smith]

The Knight smiles, "Me, well I am the man with the keys." He holds them out and jiggles them in the air.

[The Flint]

"Ah I see. Well that gives you cause to be cheery than me I suppose." Talyn admitted.

[The Smith]

The man stepped forward and unlocked Talyn's cell. "Stay close behind me. But walk like you belong here, not sneaky at all."

[The Flint]

Talyn had questions, but didn't wait to ask them, instead he stepped out of the cell.
"Right behind you," he said quietly.

[The Smith]

Calmly whistling he lead Talyn out of the cells. Past several Men-at-arms who just saluted. Through the back halls of the Keep and out to the gates. The men guarding the gates were Lannister men, and they immediately opened them for Talyn.

The mustachioed man smiled as he turned to face Thatcher, "Courtesy of the Lion. Let your father know." He winked.

[The Flint]

Talyn took the information in for a moment.

"Understood." He replied, before moving back to his camp at all due speed.

[Flex]

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Ser Euric Dayne arrived with Lord Roxton to speak with Warren Marbrand.

[The Flint]

Lord Roxton followed in behind the Dayne, and smiled slightly at Marbrand's environment. "Quaint, but I think I'd do the walls a different color if it were mine."

[Ollie]

Warren was sitting on the edge of his bed, and peered at the two men who entered. He still wore the vibrant red wool coat with daggered black velvet sleeves that he had been interred with, still luxurious looking albeit wrinkled.

"Hello Lord Roxton, Lord Dayne. I feel implored to add a sarcastic quips along the lines of 'Oh, is my trial today?' or 'Have you finally brought the cyvasse board I requested?', but I shall dismiss the urge. I'd rather have this over with sooner than later. How may I help the both of you today?"

[Flex]

"I'm sure the usual questions of "Where were you?" and so on would prove a nuisance but I do wish you to tell me your side of the tale first." Euric said, striding to the center of the room.

[Ollie]

Warren sighs, heavily, "I shall entertain you then." In truth, he was getting rather tired of reiterating a story that he knew none of them would swallow.

"A few moments after the Reachmen returned to their camp with the bodies of the brothers Tarly, one of my agents told me, and I quickly made preparation to deliver a report to Her Grace. In the meantime, I had my men ask around who they believed was behind the attack. I heard many names from their reports, the main ones seeming to be a band of wildlings, Lady Ariel, the traitor's son Talyn Thatcher, and myself. The other names were so infrequent that I dismissed them entirely.

"I rushed to the queen to deliver my report. After I told her what I knew, she claimed that one of Tarly's men had informed her that Lord Simon had gone off to meet with myself. I have not seen the man, much less spoken to him, since the incident at the Wall. After our conversation, the Queen had me taken into protective custody."

Warren leaned his head against one of the tall bed posts. "Then I've been sitting here. One of the Queen's men came to question me, but I've told him what I just told you. The food has been surprisingly decent, though I have wanted for a knife to cut my meats. Also wine or cider, given opportunity. It has been dreadful boring, so I've been forced to play cyvasse in my head and on paper," he said, and removed a small book on cyvasse strategy from within his coat to show them.

[The Flint]

"May I see that," Roxton asks, pointing at the book.