Renault
Renault let loose a small grin, Lord Ryger had slipped and this time the man wouldn’t get away. No more would the more Boar insult him, the hunt was on and it was for Ryger blood. Marvyn and Renault had served together in war to know what the other was thinking but it was the fact that both men had equal thoughts on warfare. There was no need for Renault to convey the orders since they would’ve been the exact same as Marvyn’s.
“Son, fight well.” Renault didn’t say much to his son, both men knew the importance of the fight and let his heir follow the old buzzards instruction. Leaving with a nod, he just hoped that Radford wouldn’t drop his guard upon his first kill. Taking a life was never easy but the first was the worst and his son would realize this fact soon enough
Turning his mount alongside Marvyn. “I will be taking command of the Steel Hawks along with Cor. I’ll be damned if I sit behind the front lines and just watch. As you well know my friend that this is personal.” Renault’s tone of voice was adamant on the matter. “Give the signal and the Steel Hawks will unleash hell.” Grasping Marvyn’s hand in a strong shake. “Fight well my friend.” No more was said nor was there any need.
Traveling ahead along with Cor at the head of the Steel Hawks, Renault looked straight ahead as he spoke to his squire. “Corlys, keep focused when the fighting starts and do not hesitate.” After that Renault spoke no more, focused on getting the Steel Hawks lined and ready for battle. Waiting only on Marvyn’s signal to charge.
Tyrion
Lady Lashton was a charming and most warming lady, he could see why Lord Renault would’ve scooped up such a woman. He could tell that the woman seemed either vexed or something had happened regarding Renault’s absence. Either way the greeting was enough and most appreciated, better than most he’d had in a long while. Looking to his side he could notice obviously that Bronn had been fixated on this Malisa girl.
”Thank you Lady Lashton. A most pleasant greeting.” Tyrion kept it short knowing his hosts had been quite busy and didn’t wish to cause them any more unnecessary services of them than required. Shae, however, was his concern, he wished to be with her for a time before the midday but he’d sent her ahead of his convoy to avoid his father suspicion.
Following this Malisa until his chambers were before him.
”Thank you, you’ve been most pleasant. Please inform me at once when the meal is done, I find myself most hungry. And if it is okay I’d like the Lady of the house to escort me.” Malisa only nodded and continued to show the rest to their chambers. Bronn, however, continued on seemingly intent on wooing this servant girl that was showing Tyrion and his entourage to their appropriate chambers. Walking into his temporary chambers and behold a pitcher of wine. He didn’t know what kind but he intended to find out.Pouring a glass of red wine and immediately began to drink. A wine of the Arbor, his hosts provided their guests most graciously.
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