The Riverlands

[Velasco]

Riverrun

Lord Hoster Tully sat at his father's bedside. The old man was no longer the strong trout he had once been, but he had not time to play maid. Kissing the cold, boney hands which had so often caressed his youthful head of hair he made his exit, walking briskly back to his chief privy chamber, from where crucial messages were soon drafted and sent out 'pon a raven's foot.

[Velasco]

The Lords of the Riverlands are commanded to ride for Riverrun at once.