The Wildling Camp

[Horas]

The wildling camp has placed more distance between itself and the main host, perhaps a precaution after the recent skirmish. Their tents lay pitched in haphazard fashion.

[The Flint]

Talyn enters the Wildling camp, his black mail glistening beneath the Northern sun.

"Which way to Rask," Talyn asks the nearest crone.

[Horas]

There are few crones in the camp -- most men and women are of fighting age. A few wildlings give Talyn curious glances, and then one points to a tent in the center of the encampment. A pair of shadowcats rest by the flap, apparently in sleep.

[The Flint]

Talyn approached the tent, and eyed the cats suspiciously.

"Hello, Rask?" Talyn calls at the tent flap.

[Horas]

After a moment, the tent flap is pulled aside from the inside. Rask grunts. "Thatcher. Come in."

He turns around and goes back into the tent. The 'cats move silently aside. There is no seating within the tent, but Rask sits cross-legged on the ground. He is fletching arrows. "Bread, salt?" he asks as Talyn enters.

[The Flint]

Talyn noted the reference, "please," he says. He does not sit, but standing, watching Rask as he makes arrows.

"How have you found the road to Winterfell?" Talyn asked.

[Horas]

Rask rises again, slowly, one leg splayed stiff and painful as he gets to his feet. He opens a chest and retrieves a hunk of black bread sprinkled with hard salt, then hands it to Talyn.

"Slow," he says. "You southrons move... slow."

[The Flint]

Talyn took the bread and chewed fitfully, and than swallowed the water, "You don't have to tell me twice. I'd be below the neck by now if I had my way."

[Horas]

Rask frowns at the words. "It has been years since I have been south of the neck. Remind me. House Frey, what sigil do they claim? A bridge, and towers, yes?"

[The Flint]

Talyn raised his eyebrow, "You've been south of the Neck? Our Night's Watch aren't worth a pot to piss in are they?"

[Horas]

Rask grunts. "I have walked to Dorne before, Talyn Thatcher. Now answer my question."

[The Flint]

"Yes. towers, why do you ask about House Frey?" Talyn asks.

[Horas]

Rask frowns in thought. "I thought so," he says. He sits back down, and begins to work on his arrows again. After a moment he says, "I am not sure whether I want to tell you. What brought you to my tent today, Thatcher?"

[The Flint]

Talyn hmmmmed loudly, " I wish i knew, Rask. In truth I'm not quite sure myself. You had told me of your desire to kill Thatcher. Do you still desire it?"

[Horas]

Rask nods. "I do. I will, should the gods will it. But I begin to realize the finding will be much harder than the killing."