"Father.", Rickard spoke, his two previous plans had been hastily conceived in the mind of a young man, he was brash at times but he knew it and he also knew that his father was correct in all of his speech. So this time Rickard set his brash, young heart aside and brought out his heavily trained, well molded brain. "Robert won't help us. Queen Cersei wouldn't care even if the realm wasn't falling steadily into debt. Lord Stark is our best option but it will take days to reach winterfell, by then we could lose half again as many villages or even Hailshore if they attack in force." Rickard now looked his father in the eyes. "Richard and myself are both well liked among the people of the Stony Shore. Send one of us to levy the men and raise morale along the shore, warn our people if they don't already know. Send the other to Torrhens Square. I've the faster horse I don't doubt but Richard can borrow her if you choose him." Rickard stood up and walked to the other side of the table. "You could send a raven but we all know that no raven is equivalent to the appearance of a member of the noble family."
"After Torrhens Square the rider can head to winterfell but the Square is the quickest way to get the reinforcements we require. Now that you'll have both of the younger, less experienced members of the family at work, you and Uncle could work on mustering our forces, Maester Bede can send the ravens out as he pleases but I doubt it will do much." Rickard moved back to his seat and sat down. "I'll volunteer for whichever position you require me for father, but before too long we need to bring the fight to the Ironmen or they will keep coming and The sigil of House Rustwater will be meaningless."