Gates of casterly rock

[Helyn Caron]

"I can not, I have no horse." she said.

[The Smith]

Allard took her hand, and said, "Come in, and stay. No one else will treat you so."

[Helyn Caron]

She nodded . "as you wish ser."

[The Smith]

Allard led her in, and up to the doors of the Keep, entering he motioned for a servant to come over. "This is Lady Caron, you will show her to her rooms, and fulfill her every desire."

The young serving man bowed, and said to Lady Helyn, "Please follow me mylady."

Allard turned to Helyn, and said, "When you freshened up please join me for a private dinner."

[House Fossoway]

Ser Bransen Fossoway, the heir to Cider Hall, rides up along with a young boy and a retinue of five guards ride up to the gates of Casterly Rock.

[The Smith]

The guards look at the heir, and say, "Are you lost?" He waited, "My Lord?"

[House Fossoway]

Ser Bransen shook his head.

"No, hasn't the raven I sent ahead arrived? Is the lord or the heir here? I am Ser Bransen Fossoway, the heir of Cider Hall."

[The Smith]

The guard nodded, and said, "And you wish to enter the halls of Casterly Rock?"

[House Fossoway]

Ser Bransen nodded to the guard and gave him a small smile.

"Since it seems like my raven has been lost. I sent it as we left Cider Hall. I was asking to see either the heir or Lord Lannister to speak to one of them about seeing if I can have my son squire for one of them, so yes, I'd like to enter the halls of Casterly Rock, if one of them is home I mean."

[The Smith]

The guard nodded, "I may allow one man to pass to seek entry for the enter group."

[House Fossoway]

Ser Bransen nodded, and looked back at his son and captain of the his guard with a nod, before looking back to the guard.

"Lead the way inside, good man. My men will wait here in the meantime if that is alright with you?"

[The Smith]

The guard bowed, "Of course." He lead the man inside. In the courtyard, Tomas Clegane, the Wild Dog of the West walks up to the Fossoway.

Clegane looks at the lad and barks, "Who goes here? He looks pretty."

[House Fossoway]

Ser Bransen glanced over at the man shouting at them. This was how he believed most Westermen to be, loud and obnoxious, and he would have liked it no more than to just ignore the man and walk by, but that would just be suspicious.

"Ser Bransen Fossoway of the Red Apple Fossoways.." he said, summoning the most cortious voice as he possibly could. "and who might you be, good ser?"

[The Smith]

"Tomas Clegane." Tomas growled, and snickered, "The apples... do men ever shake in fear when they see the sigil of your low hanging fruit?"

[House Fossoway]

Ser Bransen clenched his hand slightly to steel himself from the obvious insult.

"Probably not, but it's not the sigil that makes men shiver of fear, it's the ferocity of those that serve under that banner, and that is something that brings fear in those that appose the Red Apple Fossoways."