Jon was rooted to his seat... digesting all the news that was just heaped upon him by the Lord upon his entering the hall. He had been about to respond to Damon when the Lord had entered the hall, a dour expression on his face. The first news alone was startling... that the Lannisters had begun raiding the Riverlands was... ill news. As he spoke though, Jon was relieved to have been given the choice to leave or stay, as he had no wish to rush himself into war... had that been all the news Jon would have begun eating, knowing soon that Damon as Castellan would have him running around Fairmarket... but it was not all the news.

The mention of the next news being important in particular for him brought back his attention, but in no way could have prepared him for what followed... Gladden was dead? Slain at the Mummers ford by the Mountain that rides? Heir to the Rain House... Jon sat in solemn silence a few moments, taking in what had just been said. He no longer wished to eat... his throat was filled with bitter anger... his brother was dead, and his killer was raiding the Riverlands at the behest of the Lannisters... Jon took his glass of wine and downed it, attempting to calm himself, slamming the glass down on the table and standing, looking to the Lord of Fairmarket, [color=aba000]"... I carry no objections... I will accompany you and your banners to Riverrun... I must... I must excuse myself to... to send a raven... I will return."[/color], he did not wait for his wife to object as he believed she would, Jon turned, shoving his chair aside, his face a mask of solemn resolve as he left the hall. He didn't care if doing so would be considered rude... he needed to let his father know that he knew of Gladden's death, but would not be returning to the Rain House per Lord Vypren's decree... besides Jon hoped riding to Riverrun would give him a chance to avenge Gladden in Lannister blood.

Upon reaching the rookery Jon snatched the paper he needed to write his letter, thoughts now rampant in his head... he was HEIR to the Rain House now... that thought kept running through his mind... once the message was sent he would begin to make his way back to the hall, to rejoin the Lord and his family.