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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 20:53:02 GMT -5
"And you can raid Burley back when this matter is solved, but we're all like to lose more then a few cattle and goats if what my captives say is true. Some vicious tribe of wildlings, slaughtering any who oppose them. And now you pay tell me that the Wall stands between us and the Wildlings, but the Crows can't even keep little wildling children on the right side of the wall, let alone dedicated raiders or worse." Flint insisted.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:07:48 GMT -5
Wull laughed, "You fucking want to be Lord Commander?" He shoke his head, "That is your business then. I will vote for ya."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 21:11:07 GMT -5
Flint frowned, "I've no desire to tell the Black Brothers their business. But neither do I want wildlings coming through and burning our fields and crops. So if we can head this business off early, I think it worth it."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:33:56 GMT -5
Knott said, "Until the Wildling start stealing my cattle I have more important business."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 21:40:29 GMT -5
Flint sniffed, "Really? That's your solution, stick your head in the dirt? At the very least, send a relative and some men, and let me save your asses for you."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:59:40 GMT -5
Knott spat, "You? Why the fuck are you in charge?"
Wull snorted, "If the fucking flint wants to march let him."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:02:03 GMT -5
"Well I don't see any of you stepping up to take this matter on with the attention it deserves. To busy trying to ass-fuck each other over a few goats," Flint retorted.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 22:29:39 GMT -5
Knott grumbled, "I got more in common with these fucking wildlings then I do with those fucks in chains. What do I care if they move into the low lands."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:35:20 GMT -5
"Your stench is the same as a wildling for certe," Brandon replied, " But what of your oath to Winterfell, if it means a damn thing to you? Aye, the lowland dwellers are a bunch of perfumed boy-lovers, I'll not quarrel as to that, but Clanfolk keep their word, or so my father taught me. Perhaps Knotts say different."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 22:40:34 GMT -5
"I swore nothing to his Benjen, never seen him, and he has never seen me." Knott replied, "Some word my granddad whispered out of fear of gettin gutted ain't strong enough to care about his small wounds." He frowned and added, "I will not revolt, or what not... but why he the Lord of these mountains anyway, cause some fucking piece of paper. I wipe my ass with those maps."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:44:46 GMT -5
"Oathbreakers find no welcome under a Flint's roof" Brandon said sternly, "Find your own way out! You'll be a lonely one, Knott, when trouble comes a-calling!"
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 22:47:44 GMT -5
Knott stood and nodded toward Harclay, and walked from the room.
The rest sat there in a bit of a stunned silence.
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:53:34 GMT -5
Flint growled, and spat the red juice of the sourleaf, into the fire causing it to spit and hiss.
"If I'm wrong, it ain't gonna cost ya'll nothing," Brandon said, after awhile of silence, "And ya'll can laugh at old Brandon, and call him a fool err we next meet, and I'll laugh and agree. But if you go off, and think what's a-coming is gonna pass you by, and I'm right...well, I'll say a prayer for yer soul when I come by your barrow in the earth."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 23:00:41 GMT -5
Wull said, "You want what? Twenty men?"
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 23:05:20 GMT -5
"If they ahorse. On foot, I'd prefer a solid hunner'd, if you can spare it." Flint said.
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Hope you all are well and happy.