Tent of the Traitor's Son

[The Flint]

Small colored tent of Talyn Thatcher, and the nearby encampment of his men.

[The Smith]

A balding red haired man stumbles into the tent. Looking up at Thatcher he frowns and bows deeply, "I am sorry ser. I stumbled."

[The Flint]

"It is alright, ser, who are you?" Talyn asks, "I do not recognize you."

[The Smith]

The man turned and bowed, "I have heard of you of course. Lord Thatcher." He crinkles his eyebrows, "Do you think when we execute him you will be able to inherit his lands?" He offered his own hand, "I am Lord Edwyn Banefort. A pleasure."

[The Flint]

Talyn sniffed the air. He thought of Greycopse and shuddered. "I don't. He's a traitor, his lands will be seized by the crown, I'm sure, and they have plenty of awards that need handing out. Don't know if i could stand to be there myself. Bad memories."

[The Smith]

"Of course. He deserves to be hung. He is rather vicious." Edwyn replied, "I have heard of you and your Traitors though. You fought in the last battle? I was ordered to hang back."

[The Flint]

"Yes I heard. Thankfully your rear guard was not needed," Talyn said, diplomatically, "and yes, he should be hung. And we did indeed fight. There were 200 of us, now there are 20. Compared to some Lords here, I suppose that's a rather good survival rate."

[The Smith]

"My rear guard was me and those cart handlers." Edywn licked his lips, "But I guess if you guys lost that many men I should be glad. Still wish I was there to help."

[The Flint]

"We must each do as we're told. It's difficult to say what part of the puzzle you play in the over all plan. So what is the future for Lord Banefort?" Talyn asked.

[The Smith]

"I am not sure." Edwyn smiled at Talyn, "Perhaps I will join your troop. You must have lots of openings in your band. I would like to go one fighting."

[The Flint]

Talyn bite his lip, "Hardly seems fitting. Your a great lord of the Westerlands in your own right. You could buy and sell a hundred times this number of men or more."

[The Smith]

"Sure but I want more excitement then that. Travel the world and fight in great battles." He smiled, "You will not even have to pay me. I just want the experience."

[The Flint]

Talyn sighed inwardly, although his expression did not change. "We are not men looking for fortune Lord Banefort, each of us is looking for death. Does that fit you?"

[The Smith]

"Why are you looking for death?" Edwyn asked, "That seems an old goal?"

[The Flint]

Talyn smiled wistfully, "We're a collection of misfits and atainted men Lord Edwyn. The sons of traitors and the like. Thanks to what my own father did? How can I erase that, except with death on the battlefield in service of an honorable cause?"