[b] Westeros-Ten Towers [/b]


Rodrik Harlaw sat waiting for news from his liege lord. The War was over, true, but that is not something that would stop Dalton from reaving. Rodrik Sighed, if the war were to continue for the Ironborn, they would need allies on the mainland, for the Ironborn do not have the numbers to take on the whole of the seven Kingdoms by themselves. He resolved to write to those allies of his who would be willing to aid the Ironborn in exchange for potential lands or gold.

Looking down at the hall he gave a small grin. His captains and bannermen were enjoying themselves, should he not do the same? After all they had just come off a successful campaign, flush with gold and other riches taken from the Greenlander Rebels. It should be a happy occasion. To that end, Rodrik took up his cup and began drinking. The Ale tasted good and soothed his troubled mind, but he knew that he would have to drink many more cups this night in order to fully soothe his suspicions.

Apparently, his Brothers noticed his mood for Quellon asked "Why the long face brother? We've had a successful campaign, and while it is true that it was more raids and blockade than outright conquest, we did manage to come away with a mighty haul of loot?" Rodrik gave a small smile and said, "I fear that Dalton might seek to continue the war, in which case the Ironborn would be on their own against the entire might of Westeros. Still, you are right, talk of future battles can wait until we have properly feasted our men and drank to our good fortunes." He shook his head and resumed his drinking.

Finally the main course was brought out, Fried Fish, breaded and seasoned with spices taken from Greenlander Rebel Trade Ships, alongside mashed potatoes and greens. Rodrik dug into his food heartily, being famished worrying over whether the war would continue or not. He even had a second helping of the fish, which burned on the tongue pleasantly, but not so much as it would if it were prepared in the Dornish Fashion.

Soon, everyone was full, and off to their respective berths for the night, and Rodrik went off to his study to write to his Mainland Allies, subtlety hinting that should the Red Kraken Decide to Continue the War, it would behoove them to join up, so as to recive lands from the Greens. It was a risk, but many of his Allies were ones that could be counted on to stand by him, even in the face of overwhelming odds, as many of them were blood related in some way, like the Kennings of Kayce.

He sighed, this was going to be a long night. . .