As usual, Gregar's straightforwardness was a welcome balm for Kitty's wounds, as hard as those questiosn rang in her ears. Words didn't come from her mouth at first, all while Gregar was making presentations with lady Rossric.[b]"No, Gregar. I come not to mourn father."[/b] She finally managed to piece together, fist clenched.[b]"They took all from me. Because Kevin perished with Father. Harrighfield miscreats riled up a mob, and drove me out. They killed my little boy, Gregar. Brian. I couldn't do a thing." [/b] Brier struggled to find words, as tears welled into her face, and she barely struggled to coherently talk. [b]"I would've died, but a brave knight saved me with his life. And I could only flee north. I don't want to lose more people..."[/b] The noblewoman finally broke in tears, and all her further words were wails for quite a section of the road. After what seemed an eternity, Brier reached the castle she was born in. She felt lost, weak, much like a five year old child again.

Kitty could barely smile at Gregar's clumsy attempts of lighting the mood, which unfortunately, was still striking on too many raw emotions. [b]"I borrowed it from his owner, and I am afraid he will never need it back."[/b] She curtly said. She took notice of the grin of her brother when looking at Lady Rossric.

[i]Why don't you sort your heart out, your clumsy oaf, and seek another woman? Elisandre would've understood.[/i] She thought to herself while trying to arrange her mess of a dress and hair into something... less haggard.[b] "Home, how much I longed for it." [/b]She weakly said before heading after Gregar.

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Ash huffed. It was a good thing this particular guard couldn't see his eyes rolling inside his helmet. [b]"It's a long story, m'lady. My kind mother, bless her soul, handed me to a troupe of entertainers. And one day I decided to try and live my own stories. Before I knew, I already was knee-deep in this awful world of violence and swords."[/b] He paused his rant for a slight moment. [b]"Mark my words, m'lady, never take what stories say for fully true."[/b]

The Knight paused slightly before dismounting, once the gates were reached, and did a small nod to Gidja. Intrusive or not, she had been reasonable and had let a couple of pieces of information. [b]"I appreciate the honest advice m'lady."[/b] Ash said. The trickier part came now. Probably Joakim Weade, the current lord had not heard of his exploits on the south...as mercenary of duke Perris. Had it been the Oakheart, Gregar, things would bode much worse. He then took a sip of his flask, and gave another to his horse, which greedily drank, before tying the beastie somewhere safe, and pulling the severed heads from the horse's back. He then headed towards where the lord held the audiences, muttering under his breath as random servants hushed at his back and gave him wide berth.

Well, he was still half-frozen, with blood on his armor and a couple of severed heads. So that couldn't be helped.