The Bloody Gate

[The Stranger]

Ser Gyles' eyes widened, "That's terrible news. So... bold. Good gods, who would attack a fully garrisoned keep?"

[Fel]

Ser Robert turned and followed after his brother.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

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Lord Redfort sitting down in the room that they gave him to use for the time being, is studying the map of the surrounding area trying to figure out where in hell the clansmen would be.

[The Stranger]

Ser Lothor sat down beside Lord Redfort, and put a flagon of ale before him.

"Things going well milord?"

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Jon poured two mugs of the ale and handed one over to Lothor, "For the circumstances I would say things are going pretty well. Me and Robert just have to go over our tactics one more time before we go and deal with these clansmen."

[The Stranger]

Ser Lothor grunted, "We've wasted too much bloody time as it is, if you forgive me saying so milord. Redfort town burnt out? I hope they didn't put Sally's to the torch. There's a little wench there whose amazing in the sack."

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Lord Redfort laughs at his friend's honesty, "Do not worry my friend, I think Sally's will be okay. As for that little wench I don't think she will be the same, and plus i have every intention of making those who did this pay with their blood."

[The Stranger]

"Revenge won't suck my cock," Lothor mutters into his mug of ale. "So what's the plan? Why aren't we just scouring the mountains and burning these Clannish cocksuckers where they live?"

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

"Well, I am going to say no matter what tactic that we choose to do that will pretty much by the general idea of our plans. You know that us noblemen are always trying to put fancy tactics and maneuvers into everything we do, even when everything just comes down to killing them and saving ourselves."

[The Stranger]

"That's true, it' ain't no maester's craft. Find the other bastards, and do him before he does you, that's the way of it. I'm tired of sitting here. Ain't no taverns, ain't no whore houses, just Grafton's bloody people, arrogant Gultown sissies," Ser Lothor said.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

"Well if you are feeling restless there is always going out to the training area and picking a fight with the biggest person you see and hoping he is also the best warrior here."

[The Stranger]

"Done it twice, broke one of those Gul Knight's noses, now they won't spar no more," Lothor complained.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Lord Redfort looks stunned, "Okay then, I trust that you did t in a way where it wont backfire on me?"

[The Stranger]

"Nope," Lothor says with a crooked smile, "I told 'em that Lord Redfort thinks all Grafton's men cowards and fools after I got done break'n 'is nose."

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

"Ah, well. At least we are leaving here soon, and I can always just say the knight with the broken nose was talking shit first and you decided to test his arm in response."