Steffon and Jenn Steffon smiled at Lord Stark feeling the same mixture of professionalism and revulsion for the deeds of the Stark house. It wasn't personal, but Rob Stark had ruined his house, The Bolton's had assured the down fall, and Arya had massacred what remained. While the Stark's enjoyed peace the crossing had been soaked in the blood of revolution. In only a decade the North had ruined his family. Steffon couldn't find it in him to hate all the Starks. Sansa was a wonderful lady having been amazing in tales of her life. Jon was a hero to the realm having helped the succession as much as he could. While Lord Bran was a hero of the long night. A title coveted by those who didn't fight in it. Steffon took a deep drink from his chalice before responding. "And in Essos well I do wish I could travel there myself. The city of sorrows was always a dream of mine to visit and I need to make a trip to Dorne one day. I've heard the water shortage has become worse and worse. I considered trying to put aside some of my own lands for refugees." Steffon smiled greeting his fellow River Lords happily. Steffon was trying to rebuild old connections as well as helping to stabilize the Riverlands south of The Twins. Steffon despite his war losses still had more men then most of the Riverlands. The majority he'd sent away from the Twins to guard the smaller towns around the capital. The best way to stay in power and keep a strong military presence was to make sure his towns were protected. The times had been tough and most of the communities still needed militias. In this vain he had also sent out troops to help fortify Seagard's local towns for Lord Malister and Lord Smallwood around Acorn Hall. It was nearly impossible to stop the daily issues of banditry, but as the third strongest force in the Riverlands Steffon must do his part. The majority of the men Steffon shared blood with even if they didn't want to admit it. The Frey's had children in every noble house in Westeros. A smile of true delight tough was saved for Aemon. "It has actually gone very well. It took a few years, but I managed to banish my cousin and start rebuilding ties. I wish though that I could do more. War is coming I can feel it in my boots and the Frey's are in the thick of the chaos trying to lend a hand." Steffon's smile only grew at the look of surprise and amusement on Aemon's face. "I've heard though that you've been lucky enough to see Essos. I'm sure you've been fighting as well. My personal family is non existent however. Jenn is like a sister to me, but I sent her here to keep your siblings out of trouble. If you end up going to Essos her knowledge of languages would be very useful." Jenn blushed delighted at the comment and praise. Steffon had talked for awhile about sending her with Aemon to Essos if the young heir flew to war. Jenn to was excited at exploring the east as well as helping protect the man her Lord described as the Golden King. Jenn knew that Steffon as always had came with a long list of tasks for her to accomplish. A long trip to visit the Salty Dornish lords would do her some good. It had been a few years since Jenn arrived in kings landing and none of the Targaryan's had any issues with there dragons. Jenn had occasionally calmed them and become a friend to most, but there were plenty of there own family now to teach there young. The Dornish would hopefully welcome her more readily as in there culture it was she that would be Lady Frey. If possible Jenn was ordered to learn water magic to add to her retinue of skills. While if Jenn was sent to Essos it was imperative to Steffon that she look for any lost books about the lands to the east and the lands south of Westeroes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mable What an amazing warrior. Mable watched as Mimi road away victorious to Lord Tully before leaving the arena. A warm bath greeted her as Mable soaked off before cleaning her armor happy for the distraction. Jenn had told her Steffon didn't want any Frey's winning, but Mable knew it would have been beyond her skill anyway. Jenn had claimed that the Frey's need to walk a line of being helpful without being a threat. Steffon had been raising a army to help keep the lands safe, but it was important the Tully's not take them seriously. It was the time fore silence not action and the knights knew that as well. The majority were battle worn knights that Steffon had fought against raiders with. They knew there place was with her as Mable was responsible for fighting to protect caravans through out Westeros. While Frey forces avoided Tully forces Mable had watched the Frey's exit an area only moments before the Tully's arrived. Mable shook her head curious if this meant Steffon was ready to let her in on what he was planning. The Frey's hadn't had this level of military presence since the days of the River kings. It was as if Steffon were waiting for something. A new suit of armor with the family crest was ready for her. The armor hap the symbol marking her a captain of the Frey house. Mable's heart nearly skipped a beat. Steffon had brought her back and given her rank after her performance? Mable equipped her weapons striding out happily. The people Mable passed turned there noses up at her, but she couldn't be more proud to walk with her four knights. The five of them were proud to deal with disgust. Mable was a warrior for her Lord Steffon and with his help would kill her brother at last. It could be that she'd even earn her place into an arranged marriage. A long life of nearly starving as she walked the wilds was over. Mable had left a tortured mongrel. It was time she and her house earned a new reputation. The scar on her face made her smile wild and ferocious, but it didn't matter this was her victory if only a personal one. She'd completed two missions for her cousin. A dozen more or even one hundred Mable would be glad to join Steffon. In complete shock she could see the drunk Lord Bolton daring to ask Sansa Lannister for anything. "The Dreadfort?" Mable laughed as she walked up to William assessing him curious with Sansa still in earshot. The man towered over Mable, but Mable had both more muscle and more scars. "What have you done to earn back that postion? Instead of harassing Lady Lannister who your lucky doesn't end your line every time you look at her you could be out helping the Starks or Mormonts put an end to the hordes of wights south of the wall that might actually earn you your place back." [@bloonewb] [@MrDidact]