[b][u]Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing[/u][/b]

Jakob went wide eyed as the Lannister mentioned the men. Was it really happening this soon? Allies couldn't be that many in number already. He had no rumours in the Riverlands and with the support for the King still being quite strong it would not be enough men. Sighing Jakob rubbed his eyes and looked at Vernan.

"You're bold, and you are smart. But fifteen thousand men will not take the capital. The North alone can raise three times, who will all march south, that and that's not including anybody else who flocks too the Dragon. You may think you have a chance, but before I declare any support for you I need to know who supports you. Do you have the ear of the Tyrells? The Martells? Lets say you have your own men, fifty, and then the Storm lands, another thirty. That's only eighty thouasand in total. Now with the Riverlands and the Vale, who despise the Baelishs more than I do, your would get another eighty or ninety thousand men. But If that's all then it will be close, and it will be hard fought."

Jakob then thought of what they could do. The Trident could hold the North if adequately defended, and that would leave men free to try for the capital. But that wouldn't answer the question of other armies. 

"If you want assurances of support then you would have to cough up a lot. I would want the Riverlands, I would need the Tullys to take the Vale. I would need a large sum of gold and..." Jakob trailed off slightly. "...Khailey. If you want alliance, I get a wife. Though I don't see how she will put a son on the throne if she is married to myself? The Kingdoms need a king, and I doubt you would want to put me on the throne. Because I will be no puppet. So let me be clear, unless you want a Frey on the throne, Khailey cannot marry me and without a marriage. I wont whip the Riverlands for your coup."