The Tourney at Ashford

"I hear they still haven't found Prince Daeron or Prince Aegon."
"You'd think that would be top priority."
"Prince Maekar seemed really concerned at dinner last night."
"Surely this all just boys being boys, right?"


"The first day of the tournament is gone and still no Lord Commander Dunn anywhere in sight. I'm surprised the Dunn's aren't panicking yet."


"Well, it's most certainly a shame that Lord Commander Dunn's retinue is so bloody slow. But he'll be here any minute now, don't you worry."


"I'm surprised at people, gossiping about Lord Dunn that way! The man's injured, it's a wonder he can even travel! You'd think they'd have more respect."


"Did you hear? Lord Kellington's man servant is trying to drag every woman he can in front of Lord Cedric. They must truly be desperate if they can't even be picky..."


"... I heard Lord Androw was seriously injured after yesterday's joust."
"Aye, that Valeman really did it in for him. They must really know how to train 'em up there."
"Pah! He was just showing off. He didn't have to-"
The two start an argument.


"Did you hear about that fight last night? Some poor serving girl spilled ale all over Lord Baratheon then he yelled at her and... well, you know how things get around the Baratheons. Next thing you knew it, the commons was a brawl. More than a few people got pretty cut up before it was all said and done..."
"You left out the best part!"
"Eh? Which one's that?"
"The one where that little Northerner girl gave some poor sap a good solid hit - don't think he'll be having any children any time soon."
They break out in laughter.