[b]Riverrun[/b]
Seban's trek through the halls was quick, his steps were quiet. Carrying out his father's order without delay to Maester Luvin. He didn't know what his father's plan was, but it did revolve around Lord Crakehal's claim to the throne and the army he'd raised to take King landing. He'd heard that much but was the man so vain to openly declare for throne and just try and take it out right. According to his history lesson's the Baratheon brother that had openly revolted and laid claim to the throne and had lost their lives in the process. And while he did have a legitimate claim to the throne, it was far too quick to declare. Least in his mind. The minds of old men were a fickle thing though and best not to question their motives, at least, his father's.

Pushing the tower door to find old Luvin busy with several tomes, skimming through the contents for some unknown reason. Seban wouldn't presume to ask him but only to deliver his father's order. Leaning back Maester Luvin pushed back his oak chair, creaking as the frail man leaned back.

"Ah, Seban, dare I ask what warrants this visit?" Strangely the elderly man of seventy knew what the visit meant. Scratching at his snow-colored beard, looking at the young heir with curiosity.

"Father wants ten thousand men raised at Harrenhal pending threat of war. Lord Blackwood is to take the command of the force until my arrival to the ruins. And this messages to Lord Crakehal." Exhaling a slight breath, seeing the wine at the maester table, pulling his chair close. 

"May I?." Maester Luvin nodded to the heir. In turn, Seban poured a cup looking to the man who'd been as important as his father now as he was in his youth. Taking a sip before he looked back to the maester. "How much blood do you think will be spilt in this war for this damnable chair." He didn't want to know, but it was best to be prepared for the bloodshed that was to fall in Lord Tyget's conquest for the throne. Drinking the rest of Dornish wine before Seban had put down his goblet to listen.

"I cannot say, but the wars lords wage to be kings are often bloody and long. Your father is wise though, he'll choose the best course of action. He always does."

Nodding once to Maester Luvin as the answer settled. "I have an army to lead." Seban exhalling a breath, pushing himself from the spare chair in Luvin's chamber. A long ride was ahead of him, knowing it would lead him to war. Playing his father's game, trusting his instinct as the 'Old Fish' was never usually wrong about such things.

[hider=Lord Crakehal]
Lord Tyget Crakehal I will not make a move until I have discussed matters with my bannermen. I will however, have a force garrisoned at Harrenhal by my son Ser Seban. Instructing him to offer you and your bannermen provisions if need be. Concearning marriage, I cannot consent to a mariage of my daughter to your son at this time. The rumors around him are... concearning and I am leary of such a union that would fail to produce any heirs.

Lord Paramount Jullon Tully[/hider]

[b]Approaching the Bloody Gate[/b]

Artor newly annoited as knight was on his first task set about by his father to the Vale. Auburn hair wisping in winds as his foxhide cloak subtly fluttered in the breeze. A retinue of ten men also followed the second son of Jullon Tully to the Vale of Arryn. In hopes of forging a mutual alliance that both great men could could utilize for a security of both their corners of the realm. More for his father's sake though, hoping that he could reforge the old Tully-Arryn alliance. Seeing as both great houses have held each other in high regard and have bennefited in such unions.

Exhaling a slight breath though as it largely depended on Lord Ellion's current temperment and how open in terms of marriage he is to such a union. Keeping his mount focused as the rugged rocky out crops started pushing further in on the small group, forcing the young fishes entourage closer together. But what wasn't expected was the large group of armed men at the bloody gate. 

"What buisness do you have in the Vale." The guard over the Bloody Gates shouted out.

"I'm Artor Tully, Second son of Lord Paramount Jullon Tully. I come bearing a missive to the Lord of the Vale." Holding out the scroll of blue wax, the Tully fish pressed into the parchment. Ensuring that it was of the Riverlands.

[hider=Lord Ellion Arryn]
Currently I'm engaged in affairs that require my attention, my apologies. However I have sent my second son in my stead to speak on my behalf. As you have heard by now the realm is going to war. My son is there to discuss a possible union of marriage that would allign or two great house once against in symbolic union.
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