A Gathering of the Clans

[The Flint]

Lord Brandon, called The Flint, has invited the leaders of all the Mountain clans, Norrey, Liddle, Wull, Knott Harclay and Burley to meet to discuss the threat posed by the Wildlings.

[The Flint]

A large fire burned in the middle of Hall, where the women-folk, led by Ryam's Wife Erena, Torrhen's wife Tamara and Jeor's wife Pia were carefully basting an auroch in its own juices.

Flints lined the walls for security, since not every Clansman agreed with every other, and there was always the occasional feud that was like to break out if everything wasn't kept pleasant and social. Not that Brandon was worried, since the Flints had close marriage ties with all of them and could be counted on to act as a broker for peace, and anyway the situation at present called for cooperation. Feuding and fighting was for the warm summers and pleasant spring days, not for when larger trouble loomed.

[The Smith]

Herctor Wull was the first to arrive,and he spat as he entered, "Hey Flint... this had better be not a waste of my time."

[The Flint]

"Why, is this distracting you from picking lint out of yer belly button?" Flint replied.

[The Smith]

"Fuck yeah it is. You have a problem with that." Growled the Wull.

[The Flint]

Flint chuckled and stood to claps The Wull's hand. "Not at all," he replied.

"Meat, Mead." he said, gesturing as one of the wives brought the Wull a flagon of ale.

[The Smith]

Hedrin Liddle walked in, and nodded his head at the other two, "Its wet out there, has the pissing match began?"

[The Flint]

"Heh. The Gods having their own pissing match out there?" Brandon said, "Welcome Liddle. Our Meat and Mead is ours."

[The Smith]

Liddle nodded, and moved toward the food.

Knott and Harclay entered together they were talking, but stopped as the saw Flint.

[The Flint]

"Knott, Harclay," Flint says welcoming. Wives brought more ale for everyone, and the men were encouraged to take a position by the fire. "Just waiting on Burley and Norrey, but we can get started, they won't miss that much. You all suffering from wildlings, same as me, I presume?"

[The Smith]

Burley slipped in with a large goofy smile on his face, as the other men nodded, and grunted about the wildlings.

Wull lifted up his black boots, "My new boots are wildling skin." He laughed.

[The Flint]

Flint chuckled, "So I'm glad to hear i'm not the only one with interlopers."

[The Smith]

Hedron groaned, "I assume you had a fucking point."

[The Flint]

"I question what we mean to do about these? My people have put everyone wildling we've come upon to the question, and each one says that its like to get worse before it gets better. The Wildlings are fleeing south. Understand that. They are not raiding, they are fleeing. And everyone we've spoken to is terrified of that thing they are fleeing. So It seems to me we ought be prepared for something on the horizon. Has no one else heard ominous word as well?"

[The Smith]

Knott spoke up, "I have heard, and yet that is my second problem to that Burley fuck letting his men steal my cattle and goats."