Flint's Feast

[The Smith]

Lord Stark arranges a small feast in the honor of his guests the Flints.

[The Flint]

The Flints all showed up at the agreed upon time. Brandon Stark wore a robe of black bear fur, His son Ryam a quilted tunic in a forest green, his wife Erena a simple grey woolen dress with a stitched embroidery. Hother wore ringed mail, covered by a cloak of sheepskin, his wife Tamara a dress of red dyed wool, home spun. Danny and Quent stayed behind their elders, preparing to help serve as needed.

[The Smith]

Lady Stark is there with both of her children running the feast. And both Anya and Melinda Stark are also at the feast. Most of Winterfell's upper class sit in the great hall.

Lord Stark has not yet arrived.

[The Flint]

Brandon smiled pleasantly at Lady Stark, and quietly mouthed words to himself, preparing for what he had intended to say.

Behind Danny and Quent there were small bundles of gifts, prepared by the Flints at, what was for them, great expense.

[The Smith]

Lord Stark stepped in followed by two of the Knight's watch. One of them clearly a young nobleman, and the other a grizzled worm veteran of the wall. Stark moved to his seat, and then motioned for Flint to approach.

[The Flint]

Brandon had already heard what Quent had had to say about the Night's Watch and the recent raiding.

Flint approached, and kneeled, "To Winterfell I pledge my faith and the faith of all the Flints. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. By Ice, Fire, Bronze and Iron, we swear." He stood again.

[The Smith]

Stark let him kneel and finsihed the words, before replying, "The meat and mead of Winterfell is yours. And I may have need of swords, spears, and arrows before too long. Thanks my friend." He stood and offered the other man his arm.

[The Flint]

Flint stood, with a look of concern on his face, "How so milord, I may ask?"

[The Smith]

"Perhaps I am being over catious, but the Wildlings seem to be moving south in force. After this wedding, I may need to send a man to Castle Black, or go my myself if I must." He replied.

[The Flint]

Brandon nodded, "Every few generations it must be done," he said, "I'll send my son Ryam north with you if you like, to accompany you to the wall."

[The Smith]

Stark nodded, "That would be acceptable to me."

[The Flint]

Flint nodded again.

"We have some gifts for you, and for your family, if you will accept them milord." Brandon said. "First, for yourself, A cloak." he gestured and Danny brought forward a warm looking cloak made of white wolf fur.

"This beast was shot by my brother's son, way up in the mountains. It was such a very pure white fur, we thought it should belong to you."

[The Smith]

Lord Stark admired the cloak, "Quite impressive Lord Flint. It has been long since I have seen such beauty."

[The Flint]

"For your Lady wife, ," he gestured and Quent and Danny brought over a tapestry.

"Our women made it." He explained. The tapestry was woven into a scene of the North, and Winterfell, as it might be seen from some high mountain pass. The sun was positioned in such a way that It looked like rays of light were emanating from the Stark's keep itself.

"For Lady Anya," He held up two earrings made of bronze and iron, carefully buffed to a shining color.

"And for the children we have a number of toys, and cloaks and other things." He gestured, and Quent and Danny began distributing them.

[The Smith]

Lady Stark moved in front of her husband, and kissed the cheek of Lord Flint, "My lord it is so touching. I know just the place it must hang."

Lady Anya did not raise, but merely look bored as she stared out into the crowded hall.