King's Road

[The Flint]

"Don't push me father. That's as like to an agreement as you are going to get. just accept it as such, and let's get this charade over with."

[The Smith]

Thadeus smiled cruelly, "You heard my son, lets get this charade over with." A swordsman stepped forward and opened the door to the upstairs, and a Mustachioed Man pushed a short women wearing a veil over her face into the room.

A swordsmen stepped behind the High Septon and pushed him into Talyn. The Septon looked up at the sellsword and mumbled beneath his breath, "I am sorry."

Mustachioed Man guides the woman across the room. She mumbles around some sort of gag, and her hands are bound behind her. With a last vicious shove, Mustachioed Man shoved her into Talyn's arms.

[The Flint]

Talyn caught the girl, and held her briefly, before standing her upright, he glared at Mustachioed Man evilly.

"Nod your head if you are alright,"He told the woman.

[The Smith]

She nodded and her muffled tones changed to a pleading sound.

[The Flint]

The sound of pleading sounded so unlike the Kyma he knew, Talyn's guard was raised, he reached up and lifted the woman's veil.

[The Smith]

The face of the blond woman that had escorted him to camp winked bawdily at him.

Suddenly the guards, the servants, the "High Septon", and of course his father all began to laugh.

[The Flint]

Talyn turned, cocked back his fist and smashed the "High Septon" across the jaw.

"Very funny. I'm glad you think you have time for fun and games. There won't be much time for fun when you're heads on a fucking pike," He told his father.

[The Smith]

The old man crumbled to the floor, and Thatcher shrugged, "Fun, games, tests." Thadeus studied his son, "I have eliminated options with that one attempt at humor." He smiled, but it did not touch his eyes, "What force does Selwyn have and what approaches are they using?"

A guard reached out and helped the old man up. The Mustachioed man begins to remove the blond woman's bonds and gag.

[The Flint]

"What forces? You should know this by now. The Army is coming down the Causeway at Moat Cailin, as soon as your Freys let them through. Selwyn will be there. If you mean is there a rescue attempt planned, I can't say, I left after that stupid bitch cut my face. I'd assume there was. I can only tell you what I'd do, if I were them."

[The Smith]

Thatcher nodded, "So are you going to turn on me the second you have another option?" He studied his players and smiled to himself.

[The Flint]

"I still haven't been told what my first option is, so it makes it difficult to weigh them." Talyn replied with a sneer.

[The Smith]

Thatcher smiled, "From here we will go to Harrenhal. Around Harrenhal flies my banner of course. And three others. The Crowned Stag. Three Blue Beetles. And a single, multicolored tower with two ravens." He made himself more comfortable, "Show me how well you remember your lessons."

[The Flint]

" Baratheon of Storm's End, Bettley of Lannisport, and... the third one I do not recognize," Talyn confessed, sounding unsure. "Why would any of them fight for you."

[The Smith]

"They do not. They are there for themselves of course. And to meet the new queen." Thatcher smiled, "You have always thought I am some nefarious demon. What you have never realized is I am just as human as every one else. I am just better at it." He laughed.

[The Flint]

"Perhaps its your close association with monsters that leads to such a common mistake. Your last set of allies wanted to destroy all humanity." Talyn grunted. "Who is the third banner, and why do these three fight?"