The Reach Camp

[Sam]

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The camp of the Far Reach, where the remaining soldiers are quartered.

[Sam]

Ser Danwell Costayne rides into the small fort bearing the corpse of Lord Simon Tarly and his brother on the back of two horses. The camp is immediately in uproar, though Ser Petyr Redwyne begins bellowing for men to arm themselves.

[Sam]

Ser Danwell laid the bodies on the ground and began to inspect them more closely, looking for any indication that his suspicions might be accurate.

[The Smith]

He finds two bone head arrows, and a stone head arrow, that could very likely be wildlings.

[Brown Ben]

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The commotion had gained a small band of on-lookers. Although armed, weapons were still sheathed or slung, except for a man quickly cleaning off a dagger before sheathing it. They were motley, with bits and pieces of armor, with no heraldry being apparent.

"'Ey, you gods damned Tower-heads, what the shits is going on? Even the shit-for-brains Westermen keep it down!" a wiry, balding and narrow-faced man shouted out.

Erren winced at how un-diplomatic it was; Notch smiled at good-ole "Lucky"; Leyton appeared mortified; Bernarr glared at the use of slander to the Seven; Emmett looked dejected at the soup he hadn't cleaned off the dagger before sheathing it.

Despite their reactions, all eyes had turned to what seemed to be the center of the commotion; The two dead bodies...

"There's your answer you big-fuck-mouthed fish... that's Lord Tarly himself... " And the group, no more than 15 men, and as a whole, seemed to suck in a collected breath. The Master of Laws, it looked to be, was deader than a Wight...