[color=9e0039]			[b]The Redwynes.[/b] 

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[b]Honora.[/b][/color]

The section of tents that always was bustling with life and excitement was the so called Pavillion.
The Redwynes managed to impress the local crowds and other noble delegations with their lavish spread of the 3 F’s: Food, Feasting and Filling up on whatever drink you could manage to hold down.
With their cluster of grapes flying high from above the Feasting Tent, it was hard to miss and often was used for point of reference as a gathering spot as the Feasting Tent was the largest tent of them all. 
One of an impressive size, intent on housing a great number of people, with tables and benches set up both inside and a few outside as well.
It also held a small stage for the travelling bard to perform, provided of course they gained permission by the Redwynes.
The family themselves we set up at slightly raised, with their table always prepared and set up, the dark blue table cloths embroidered with their purple sigil with shiny golden thread.
The chairs that were set up behind the table were decorated accordingly with vines and leaves of the wine ranks. Three extra chairs were placed at the table for their invited special guests, the Tarly’s.
They were spread out, so each would be flanked by the Redwynes. Honora thought it wise to place the potential troublemakers at the ends, they needed this to be a success not have Lord Tarly be instantly insulted by either Arystide or horrified by the Twins. She had set him up with in between Lord Domenic and herself, figuring they would be able to keep the man pleasantly engaged, whilst she had put his son next to his intended and next to Arnaud, so he might, should the awkward silence fall, always be able to discuss the ongoings and opponents of the Tournament. The lady in question she had put next to her aunt Lady Cyra and Armand, with Nadiya closeby to potentially jump in and to keep an eye on the twins as well.
They had send out word beforehand to the town for those who sought to make some extra coin. The Redwynes would pay handsomely for their aid. Strong young men to help build and set the tents up and young women who were willing to serve out drinks…usually this particular job; the selecting of the wenches was done by Arystide and Finnegan as they considered themselves connaisseurs on that particular matter.
Honora let them be and told them to not get distracted and get the required number, no more, no less, lest they wanted to be servants themselves. That instantly set the right type of motivation, though Honora wasn’t sure how long it would be remembered.
Usually getting help was no issue. The Redwynes were well liked by the smallfolk, perhaps it was a trait belong to the Reach, Honora doubted this tournament would give them any troubles.
She and Lady Cyra had been quite busy all day coordinating the set up and overseeing the distribution of the brought wares such as the wine caskets, barrels with ale and crates filled with food.
Tournaments were costly, but they always meant a good profit.
Whether one was High- or Lowborn, everyone got hungry or thirsty at some point.
And who better to provide than the winemakers themselves, not something that happened regularly as the Redwynes did not cross over the waters to the mainland all that often. 
Still there would be something for everyone whether they purse was filled or practically empty.
It wasn’t for nothing that the Redwynes were jokingly named the ‘Businessmen’ of the nobles.
Proverbs such as: ‘A Redwyne loves making money, just as much as drinking wine.’ or ‘Where the Lannister shits gold, the Redwyne pisses wine.’
They could hardly feel insulted by them as they enjoyed a bountiful life of plenty. The Arbor might not be as impressive as High Garden, but it was a true horn of Cornucopia and the Redwynes were more than willing to share their good bounty, for a price.

As slowly they started finishing up on setting up the last tents Honora walked around the grounds board and quill in hand ready to check things off her list as she watched the others aid their hired help.
The young lords and Lord Domenic helped out with the actual labour. 
Domenic being a man of practicality would not allow the boys to sit idle so had ordered them to help with unloading the barrels and crates of food. And whilst some grumbled more than others it was clear that despite all the protests they made good time.
The twins had been no use at all and thus Honora had decided that she could make the most of them by letting them do exactly what they wanted to do; which was snoop around and check out the other nobles. Knowing those two, she figured they could go out and be her eyes and ears for the moment.
That left her younger sisters, Nadiya and Odette, whom she had left in the capable hands of Septa Sybilla, their chaperone.

Slowly bit by bit the cluster of tents grew and formed their known Pavillion. Games and betting stalls were the last to be finished. Also the always popular ‘Applebobbin’ & ‘Gingerbites’ were favourites for young and old, but Honora was most curious who would be able to get to the large ham this year.
According to their butcher he had worked on the recipe of the grease coating, the pole would be extra slippery this year or so he had promised her.
He and his hands would be working the MeatMen stall again. Working the sweltering cooking fires, seasoning the meat and grilling the food. His wife and other women worked the ‘sides’ stall. Which proved to bring in proper coppers last season, the sides of caramelized onions, baked tomato’s and hot potatoes had been such a crowd favourite that they had sold out before the tourney had been over.
Wherever they went money flowed and hopefully that part of their reputation would serve them well into finding spouses.

As Honora allowed herself to sit down again for a moment to overview their handiwork she could only be pleased with the sight.
It should prove an impressive display for the Tarly’s. 
They needed to make a good impression. For Odette’s sake.
She allowed her thoughts to turn to a few weeks prior, when her father had called her into his study.
Whilst it wasn’t unusual for her to be summoned to her father’s study, the atmosphere this time had been ’pressing’. 
Ever since her mother had passed she had stepped up and proudly took on the tasks. She had never complained as she had considered it her duty to aid her father and family.
Gorlois had come to trust her even more than he had before. Sharing his thoughts on certain business ventures or his grief over the loss of their mother.
This time she had sensed a great tiredness in her father, one that was slowly sinking in and dragging its claws.
“Nene.” He had spoken half dazed. “We need to look to the future of our House.” He had said cryptically.
She had raised an eyebrow at that. 
What was he referring to? Was he concerned over his children or the business side of things…she could never quite tell.
Before she could ask whatever it was, Gorlois handed her his seal, pressing it into her hands.
“You will write to Lord Talbert Tarly, tell him I accept his proposal. Better it be his son than those other Reach lords.” He uttered, giving Honora slightly more of an inkling what this could be about.
“All those years the Tarly family has been praised for their Loyalty, what better gift to offer a daughter? What better than a loyal man?” Gorlois stated as he looked at his eldest.
Ah, there it was, so it was a marriage he was referring to. 
“I am certain he will be pleasing when you have such faith in the man.” She spoke diplomatically. “Forgive me papa, I hadn’t expected such news, but I will do everything I can to bring honour to our family.”
Gorlois looked up at her in confusion before he poured himself a drink.
“Ah I am sorry Honora, but it isn’t you whom I am promising.”
His words literally felt like someone drenched her with cold water.
“I.if not I…then who?” She asked now more warily, wondering not for the first time what he was up to.
“My pearl, our Odette.” He answered with an unnerving level of calm that scared even Honora.
“Odette is 15!” She retorted in horror. “She is the youngest of us!” She shook her head in disbelief.
“Of all your children you thought it wise to betrothed her first?! What about the rest of us?!” She thrust back as her blood boiled. 
“I needed to have her set up first.”
Honora had rolled her eyes at that. Of course…
“Yes we all know she is your favourite! We’re all weak when it comes to her. But have you ever considered what kind of message you’re sending out to the rest of Westeros? To have your youngest married before the rest? Did we even factor in here? What about securing a match for your own heir or for Nadiya? Or Hell even the twins!”
Gorlois eyed her sharply.
“Envy is unbecoming Honora.” He reminded her sternly.
She gritted teeth retorting. “I am not envious of Odette!”
“But you are upset, upset perhaps because you expected to be the one that would be set up first…” Gorlois calmly reasoned, watching his eldest daughter huff in frustration.
“I couldn’t care less, but what I do care about is our reputation, this promise will send signals all over Westeros, the other Lords must be thinking something is wrong with the rest of us!” She threw her hands up in the air in resignation. 
“The Tarly-boy isn’t meant for you.” He spoke with such certainty that Honora didn’t even dare doubt her father’s judgement any further.
“Fine…but I am not the one going to tell her…you can do that yourself! Gods…Odette wouldn’t even know what exactly would be expected of her! When is the meeting of them going to take place?”
“At the upcoming Tournament at Summerhall.”
“Summerhall? That’s quite the trip she’s never been off the island…” Honora had reminded him.
“That is why you all will go with her. So she won’t be completely alone and friendless during their introduction. I asked your Uncle and Aunt to go as well. Domenic will take on the role of protector of our house, with you and your aunt bearing the responsibility for your brothers and sisters.”
Another heavy sigh followed.
“Do you think it is wise to bring the twins? They already don’t listen to a word I tell them and frankly I can see them run off with some lecherous hedge knight or seedy bard.”
Her father laughed at that, but there was little warmth in it anymore.
“Honora, I am sure it is not as bad as all that, you can steer them towards more appropriate waters.” He said with a rather cold upturned smile.
“I make no promises papa, you grossly overestimate my ability to rein those two in. With the whole family going I will need to grow eyes in the back of my head.”
And how true that last statement had been.
Arystide and Finnegan already were a pain to deal with, Nadiya now started to rebel against her as well, but the Twins…
If you asked Honora she would tell you they were the spawn of the Maiden and the Stranger.
For all their flirting and leading men on it was a wonder they both weren’t with child yet. Honestly, they would soil the good name of their house if they would get a to bed all the handsome men of Westeros and beyond.
She was pulled from her thoughts as a servant approached her handing her a cup with watered down wine.
“Milady must be thirsty…please have a care.” The woman said motheringly, receiving a warm smile from Honora.
“Thank you for your concern. Please bring some to the other workers as well. We all can use a refreshment.” Honora requested before her attention was drawn by a couple of riders that trotted in with laughter and merriment.
Honora felt another sigh escape her as she instantly recognised the familiar voices and saw wild free flowing familiar red locks.
Crossing her arms over each other she shook her head at the appearance of the both of them.
“Heavens look at the state of you! Septa Sybilla will have a proper fit.” She said as the twins halted their horses and easily slid down to the ground.
“Oh Nene, you’re such a spoilsport. We have been on our best behaviour, honest!” Rowanne immediately retorted as she patted the side of her brown mare. 
“We did cross the field twice, you wouldn’t say so at first glance, but there are a lot of lords present.” Serenei immediately reported. “No sign of the Tarly boy yet, however we have seen their tents.”
“So we can’t tell Odette for sure whether he is handsome or not.” Rowanne smirked.
“So they are here…well that is a promising start I suppose.” Honora mumbled more to herself than to her sisters, before asking.
“Anyone of note?”
“Well, we saw the banners of Ball, Lannister, Stark, Arryn, Lothstone, Templeton, I think also Mormont and Baratheon oh and the Dragon of course. Rumours go as rumours go, but all in all this is going to be quite a tournament if the setup of the lists is any indication.” Serenei drummed up from memory.
Honora frowned she only hoped Arnaud would be careful during all of this. Tournaments made her uneasy, though she trusted her brother could handle himself, there always were characters who’s honour was questionable at best and more than often non-existent as they sought to win.
“All right, get the horses back to their meadow and clean yourselves up. And if the Tarly’s do show up at least try to make a good impression…” She pleaded rather seriously, only to be met with smirks and a mirthful shake of the head.
“Don’t worry Nene, we’ll be on our ‘best’ behaviour…” they promised, before they walked off laughing and pulling the horses along, making sure to be seen and heard every step of the way. They passed by the Feasting Tent casting a glance inside at potential people of interest, before giggling their way along.
“That is what I am afraid off…” moaned Honora with a shake of her head. Seven help her…their family was doomed.  


[hider=Summary] The Redwynes have arrived and are setting up their Pavillion on the field, Honora worries and recalls the conversation with her father regarding the upcoming meeting with the Tarly's.
The map is included as cheatsheet, the unnamed tents can be whatever you like, foodstalls/merchants/betting tents ect[/hider]