House Forrester, Sound Off! [D1, EM]

[Arwyn Forrester]

She chuckles. "You know me... always planning. He hasn't yet... There is Ironwood. I wish we knew more. I don't like feeling uninformed."

[House Forrester]

"A good portion of our troops still fight on Skagos with the Starks. The ravens from the island claim the fighting goes well and we've seen few casualties." The Flint runs a hand through his hair, "The Stark seems to be certain the fighting will be over before year's end; your father hopes to end this issue before that happens to avoid war with the Whitehills."

"The houses of the North continue to pay well for the Ironwood," he continues, "as always. The Iron Throne, though..."

He pauses for a moment, "The king wants a fleet. I hear Prince Baelor doesn't agree. I think His Grace may remember that the Blackfyre pretenders fled across the sea and hopes to resolve the matter once and for all..."

[Gwenyth Snow]

"Why doesn't he want a fleet?" if the king wanted a fleet, wasn't it weird the prince didn't want one, Gwen wondered.

[House Forrester]

The man-at-arms smiles, "Ah, but if only I knew, Lady Gwen. Unfortunately, I don't make enough dragons to be able to answer that one."

He paused, "But... if I were to guess... I don't think Prince Baelor sees a threat from beyond the Narrow Sea. Not like his father does, anyways."

[Arwyn Forrester]

Arwyn finishes combing Gwen's hair and sets the comb aside, picking up the embroidery again. "I see... That's something to work with, anyway."

[Marqus Forrester]

"Good to know. Maybe if I can win a joust or two I'll get a chance to bring it up? There's always asking around the Southron houses to see if they're in the market for shields. I mean, it's not like the quantity we'd sell for ships, but it's a start." He shrugged.

[Gwenyth Snow]

"You can show them!" Gwen said with some enthusiasm to Marqus. He did tend to draw out that side of her, since he was good at the fighty-stuff and all, which she liked herself. "How good an ironwood shield is against swords and hammers and maces," she nodded firmly.

[Arwyn Forrester]

"Marqus is pretty amazing," she agrees with a laugh. "It is. If it doesn't look like we're going to get the order for a fleet, that would be a good way to make good headway to make up for it."

[Marqus Forrester]

"Alright then. I'll be sure to show off my shield when ever I can." The smile lingered on his face at their show of support for his skills.

"I'd better get back to my training then if I'm going to beat all these Southron's. Or at least show em what a Northern lad can do."

[Arwyn Forrester]

Arwyn smiles warmly at him. "Keeps yourself safe, Marqus. Father will get after me if you get into trouble, you know," she teased. "And let me know how things have been going tomorrow."

[Marqus Forrester]

"Will do. Or won't, for the trouble part. Well... We'll see." He winked at the girls and nodded to Derryk Flint.

"It's good to see you Derryk. Let's catch up for some sparring later? I'll let Rhill rest up a bit before we go riding again." With a grin he waved and walked off to get settled in camp before another round of sword and board.

/exit Marqus

[Arwyn Forrester]

Arwyn waved at Marqus as he left, looking toward Derryk. "Was there anything else we needed to discuss for now?"