Camp of the Gold Masks

[The Stranger]

The Mountain Camp of the Gold Mask Clan high atop Red Fist Mountain.

[The Stranger]

Robert is separated from his men, and tossed into wooden root cellar. From the light between the planks, he can see that the clansman have rolled something heavy in front of the door.

[Fel]

"Savage fucks, ever heard of a parlay!" he shouts out from the cellar.

He looks around the cellar to get an idea of where he is being held.

[The Stranger]

He is surrounded by carrots, turnips, dried meat, and sacks of grain. It is also quite cold, which leads him to believe it is a root cellar, for the storage of food.

[Fel]

He grabs a strip of dried meat and sits down on a sack of grain with resignation to worry at the meat with his teeth.

[The Stranger]

Eventually the barrel, or whatever is blocking the door, is rolled away, and a man enters. He is wearing heavy furs, mostly wolf and badger. he has a belt, with a dagger tucked in it, and on his face a wooden mask, painted yellow, probably meant to represent gold.

"You come to destroy us Andal? Why do you do this?"

[Fel]

Ser Robert looked at the clansman like he was stupid.

"Why? Let's recount events, shall we?" He holds up his left index finger and taps it with his right. "You savages live out here in the wilderness because, I don't know, you like smelling like shit, I guess, and we leave you to it." He moved to the next finger on his left hand. "But you get bored of this glamorous lifestyle and decided to start raiding us, attacking undefended villages and farmlands." He moved to the next finger. "So I came out here to talk with you with the smallest, most least threatening force I could bring and you ambush us and imprison us."

"So in answer to your question, get fucked."

[The Stranger]

The man promptly bashes Robert in the face with a heavy overhand blow, shattering his nose.

"We have done nothing to you! We raid no one, but you come here with your metal men on horses, hundreds of them! You can want only one thing, to wipe us out as your kind has always tried to do."

[Fel]

"Aahhh, fuck!" Robert yells as blood pours from his nose, "gods damn it!" He curses for a while longer before looking back at the man.

"Well we are being raided by clansmen," he shouted, "my brother's lands were attacked by men with a red hand banner. We were told by another clan that this village was responsible for the raids."

[The Stranger]

"Which clan? Those fork tongued liars, the Sons of Mist?" The man says from behind his mask.

[Fel]

Robert squeezes his nose between the flat of his hands and cracks it back into place as best he can.

"Fuck!" he shouts again. "That's gonna look bloody terrible."

"I don't know the name of them, it was a smaller village than this, to the northeast."

[The Stranger]

"Lying bastards!" The Gold Mask curses, "Do you know nothing? We Gold Masks have warred with the Sons of Mist for many years. They seek to have you destroy us for them. It is they, who unit with the Moon Brothers, Milk Snakes, Black Ears, and the Burned Men, under War chief Pakyar the Red Hand, to raid Andals, all know this to be true!"

[Fel]

"Fine, fine, that makes sense, I believe you," Robert said, still wincing from the pain in his nose, "the Red Hand is the banner that attacked my brother's lands. They are our enemy too, then. My brothers are coming here, each of them has a force about the size of mine. We need to get word to them before they attack your village."

[The Stranger]

"You have defiled our lands, and killed our men. You our captive, till blood price is paid. If we release one of your people, they will carry message to your clan yes?" The man replies.

[Fel]

"You outnumbered us and attacked us when we came to speak with you. No blood price is needed for us defending ourselves," Robert said annoyed. "Release me and my men and we can work together to bring an end to this Warchief."