Tyrosh Military Camp

[The Stranger]

A large camp of sellswords and soldiers camping outside the walls of the city.

[Sam]

Rodrick makes his camp among the mercenary armies of the Archon. Most of his men remain aboard the ships berthed in the city's harbor, but the various sellswords he'd hired as guards remain by his tent, atop which his personal banner of a crowned dragon, gold on black, flies.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Kenneth arrives at the camp and seeks out Captain-General Antonius, if questioned he says he is another sell sword captain and was told by the quartermaster to report in. He waits patiently until the Captain can see him.

[The Stranger]

Captain General Antonious' tent, beneath the large purple Flower, is the single largest tent Coyn has ever seen. Several guards are positioned outside it.

He is briefly stopped by a sergeant, before being permitted to enter the tent. A stout, balding man, with a purple and red forked beard is seated behind a small desk.

"New additions?" the man asked, "Where do you hail from?"

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"We set sail from Oldtown in Westeros," Ser Kenneth said sizing up the Captain General, "though I have men that hail from other regions as well."

[The Stranger]

The man examined the chit provided by the quartermaster, "100 eh? I'll put you with Quinno, That'll make him an even thousand. North-east quarter of the camp, look for the Volante man with two crossed quarrels on Grey-green field."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"Fair enough," Kenneth said he was intrigued to see what plans the Tyroshi had for him and his men but figured all would be revealed in good time.

"If you don't have anything else for me Captain-General I'll go find this Quinno," Kenneth says turning to leave.

[The Stranger]

"Very well, off you go," the Captain-General replies, going back to his book.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Kenneth leaves the tent looking for the man from Volantis with the cross quarrels towards the North East.

[The Stranger]

He finds a large unit, most of them flying various banners, with the Crossed Quarrels above it. There seems to be a thousand men, most of them crossbowmen from Volante. At a large tent, a man is sitting on a helmet and polishing banded armor.

"Well met there. I suppose the Captain-General has given you to me has he?"

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"If your name is Quinno, then he has," he smiled, "the name is Kenneth from Westeros near Oldtown."

[The Stranger]

"Well met Kenneth. How many men did you bring me? I don't suppose you're lancers are you? That'd have been quite ideal."

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

"A hundred, and I am afraid that I am the only lancer among them, most of my men are of assorted melee weapons," Kenneth said.

[The Stranger]

"Well that's alright. We need some more men to form a strong line for our crossbowmen." Quinno suggested.

[Ser Kenneth Coyn]

Kenneth nodded, "Sounds about right, my father always liked Crossbowmen he said that the best thing about Crossbowmen was that they had to stay close to the fight so they took more careful aim less they hit you and not have anyone to cover'em, he said that and they'd drop a man in plate mail quicker then a whore could jackoff a virgin."