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Post by The Smith on Aug 16, 2009 1:04:47 GMT -5
My fellow Lords of the Riverlanders,
I write to you in friendship, though I regret we have not yet had the opportunity to speak.
As I write dark clouds are rising from the West and North, as Lord Lannister and his puppets raise troops and march them towards King's Landing.
It is with great sorrow that we must know that Lord Frey, risen up as he was by her grace's benevolence, now turns his swords against her.
Do not forget that it was they, these quarrelsome lords who raised their men against the Crown. And yet they cry foul when she takes even the most moderate of precautions against villainy, like children caught red-handed thieving from a jar of sweets.
At the bidding of the Queen, Lord Tully's stout men of Riverun are coming to join me here at Harrenhal. It is our fondest wish that if the way to the Capital is no easy trail, than the Lion of Casterly Rock and the mummers who dance to his coin, will retreat and leave the realm to peace.
I ask that you join myself, and Lord Tully's representatives here at Harrenhal. Hopefully we can deter foolish action, and prevent bloodshed.
-Talyn Thatcher, Lord Protector of Harrenhal
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