A meeting at Goodview

[Ganbarenippon]

Prince Beric Blackyron and his retainers had ridden out from Goodivew two days ago and only now approached the border of Lord Grandisons' lands and as such, the border of Berics' realm. He awaited a meeting with House Dundarron, the powerful House to his East and wondered what they would have to discuss together. 'If this goes well then we secure our Eastern borders, leaving us to deal with more immediate threats.' He thought. Berics' land was comparatively small, and surrounded on all sides by potential enemies. If there were a chance to secure one of his borders he was happy to take it.

[Oznerol]

Hounds sound in the distance, like Sea gods shells trumpets, powerful like thunders. Then the long silken banners with the stag and the dust of the King's retainer. Finally Backyron could have a glance of the Durrendon. Agemund rode, clad in golden cloth robes, with designs and patterns of stags and thunders. A furry cloack, lined with armine, and clasp with an iron brooch in the shape of a han. Imposing man, towering, ith salt-cropped beard, shoulder lenght hair, his temples adorned with a golden crown, made in the shape of small antlers. A magnificent sword, of the finest craftmanship hangs from his side, in a black velvet scabbard. Around him his retainers and most trusty ambassadors, including Duncan Dondarrion, who rode under his new sigil, the pruple thunders in black starry field quartered with the Black and White Swans of Stonehelm's Lords. There also were Griffins, Stars and Moons...

Agemund unhorsed near the arranged meeting place and approached energetically the Prince, offering him his hand, huge and covered with thin scars. White teeth:

"My regards Prince Blackyron of Ashford"

[Ganbarenippon]

Beric dismounted and took the offered hand. "King Agemund, well met!" He said with a smile. His grey eyes took in the assembled nobles Durrendon had brought with him. 'A large assembly. Pity I left my own lords at home!' He thought wryly. "And this must be Lord Dondarrion." He sketched a brief bow. "We have heard tales of your valour Lord Duncan." Beric then turned back to the king. "It has been a hot summer My Lord and the road here must have been a dry one. Pray, will you partake of the refreshments my servants have provided?" He said, gesturing to the large black and white pavilion his servants had erected.

[Oznerol]

Beric dismounted and took the offered hand. "King Agemund, well met!" He said with a smile. His grey eyes took in the assembled nobles Durrendon had brought with him. 'A large assembly. Pity I left my own lords at home!' He thought wryly. "And this must be Lord Dondarrion." He sketched a brief bow. "We have heard tales of your valour Lord Duncan." Beric then turned back to the king. "It has been a hot summer My Lord and the road here must have been a dry one. Pray, will you partake of the refreshments my servants have provided?" He said, gesturing to the large black and white pavilion his servants had erected.

Agemund laughs and spats his shoulder:

"Aye, a good gathering, a shame you haven't brought your vassals, Prince. And I'll drink even a bitter vinegar, the dust of the roads is terrible for my thirst. But we have serious affairs to solve"

Agemund sits, like in his own throne, with the right hand ready to receive a goblet full of wine from a willing servant, the other on the sword pommel. Behind him, the whole array of his retainers and the glory of their colours, banners and weapons, including those of the recently submited.

"Tell me, Prince, you know were my eyes are set? Where my ambitions lay? And how that does affect you and your Princedom? You surely know it, doesn't it?"

Broad chest, strong jawline, big hands covered in thin scars, cunning gaze, shoulder long hair, cropped with grey and white, striking blue eyes, well-trimmed but fierce beard. White teeth.