Timestamp: 9:45 PM Pacific Time, March 3, 2014
^Will update with correct numbers and all
"Lady Bracken," he started, speaking across a short gap between two groups of banners and horses, each facing the other, "Does your husband fare well these days?"
He was likely near death, the old, sickly fool.
The two groups were planted in between the ridges of a valley, the Red Fork visible to the north, where the invading host had crossed.
"I have an ultimatum for you and your husband, fair Lady. Riverrun accepted it, wisely."
Philip glanced to his side, where a Blackwood was staring solemnly at his foes, and then back to the Brackens.
"What say you, Lady Bracken?"