King's Road

[The Smith]

The road from the Twins to Lord Harroway's town.

[The Smith]

A pleasant plump blond woman sits on a rise overlooking the road. She has a blanket spread out beneath her, and a pony staked to the ground.

When scouts from the Traitor's Sons approach her, she smiles and informs them "I am waiting for your Commander. Ser Talyn. I hear he is delicious."

[The Flint]

Quick Jax relays the strange encounter to Ser Talyn, and a short while later, Thatcher rides to the front.

"I'm Talyn Thatcher, I'm told you asked for me by name?" He kept perhaps ten paces from the woman, and eyed her carefully trying to place her origins and social class.

[The Smith]

She is wearing a prim dress of good quality, her hair is done in blond ringlets, and her cheeks are rouged, "I did, Ser Knight, I have been sent to find you." She giggles and covers her mouth, "You are everything a proud father could want in a son."

[The Flint]

Talyn smiled grimly, "Father, is it you? The years have been awful kind."

[The Smith]

Covering her mouth she giggles for long moments, "No, do not be silly. I am not your father. I have seen him, and he is a head taller then I." She giggles again.

[The Flint]

"And he told you he was proud of me did he? Did he perchance say why?" Talyn asked. While most men longed for their approval of their father's well into adulthood, the idea that he had done something that pleased his father made Talyn's skin crawl.

[The Smith]

She twittered again, laughing at a past memory, "His exact words were, for once he backed a winning horse." She tilted her head and wined her curls around her index finger.

[The Flint]

Talyn raised his eyebrow, "So for some reason my father thinks of me as his side bet, to cover his other losses? I'm afraid I'm not paying out at a good rate. He presumed i'd come south to join him did he?"

[The Smith]

The girl shook her curls, "Oh no ser... he was talking of Queen Targaryen." She smiled her dimples growing large, "Unless you think that is a losing horse?" She twittered again covering her full lips.

[The Flint]

"I have my doubts." Talyn said, gesturing at the scar on his face, "And i'm curious how you can be considered backing someone who will have you decapitated as soon as you're in their power."

[The Smith]

The girl blinked heavily, "Oh my dear Ser Knight... what you say is too much for a simple girl. How can one such as I understand court intrigue and politics. I know simple things like fashion and needlework." She smiled warmly and tilted her head all the way to the side.

[The Flint]

"How far till I reach my father? Is he at Harrenhal?" Talyn said giving the woman a stern look.

[The Smith]

"Is your Father ever where people expect him?" She giggled and shook her head. "I can lead you to him, but you should send your men on to Harrenal with out you."

[The Flint]

"How do I know they'll be well treated at Harrenhal, when I don't even know what I would find there?" Talyn asked suspiciously.