Pyke

[Erik]

Balon nodded. "As soon as the tide is right."

Urrigon cleared his throat loudly. "Should any other concessions be demanded? Gold, ships, hostages?"

[The Smith]

Ragnor growled, "We should fuck them and their wives until the harlaws are choked out like a dirty weed."

[Erik]

Urrigon gave a rare smirk. "Then hope they refuse."

[The Smith]

Kor frowned, and Ragnor laughed, and crossed his fingers.

Sebastion merely looked on, trying to show no expression.

[Erik]

"Well, I shall go make ready to leave." Balon said, nodding to Lord Greyjoy before turning to leave. Urrigon followed suit, muttering advice to his son as they went.

[Erik]

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Balon returned to Pyke, rushing through the halls and over the bridges to find Sebastion Greyjoy.

[The Smith]

Greyjoy was in his chambers with his uncle Kor, they sat and studied a map of Old Wyk.

[Erik]

"Harlaw refuses the terms offered." Balon told them breathlessly after a cursory bow.

[The Smith]

Sebastion frowned, "What did he say exactly?"

[Erik]

"Well, he sent his son to treat with me. Balor claimed that a thrall had murdered your lord father, but that The Harlaw would rather see his house ruined than admit he kept such lawless slaves. He did have a rather nice dagger to show off, as well, which he claimed this imaginary thrall had used to do the deed. Quite the sad tale."

[The Smith]

Sebastion stood, and his face turned red with rage, "A thrall killed my father. Have the fucking balls to admit to your own actions. We sail with the tide."

[Erik]

"Aye, my lord. I shall pass the word to the fleet." Balon replied, turning to leave.