Wolves Looking for Love

[Pericles of Athens]

Artos Stark rode south to Barrowton, with an entourage of his father's riders. Rickard had trusted him with Ice, and even though he was hardly a man grown the departure of his uncle brandon and grand uncle Benjen forced him into the ackward position of heading his household in Winterfell. At the age of fifteen he had already executed three men for abandoning the Watch and one man for murder. He spent most of the ride in silence, he was just a child - but he could no longer concern himself with child like things, he didn't have that privilege. He soon arrived at the bustling town of Barrowton, once far larger than Winter Town - Winter Town had now almost overtaken it in size with the developments Artos had enacted with the aid of his uncle Brandon. He rode up to the gates of the Dustin seat. Hello there! He called to the guardsmen, with a boyish smile. I am Artos of the House Stark, come to speak to Lord Dustin.

[Gandalfus]

Stark is allowed into Barrowton, and taken into the Great Hall there, where Lord Dustin held court. It was a spacious hall, crafted of ancient stone, warmed by a small number of hearths that were dotted around it. Descending from the dais, Lord Dustin moved to greet his liege lord.

"Lord Artos Stark. An honour." He grunted, rising from his throne.

[Pericles of Athens]

The hall was imposing, it had once been the place where the Barrow Kings and supposedly the First King ruled from. I am not a lord, not just yet - my lord Dustin. Artos replied, Rickard was still the Lord of Winterfell and the Warden of the North, even if Artos cared for the Kingdom while he was away. The young man cleared his throat nervously, he'd dealt with criminals and minor lords, but he'd yet to speak to a powerful man like Dustin. As heir to Winterfell.. I must be wed, to continue the line of my forefathers. His words felt rehearsed and his voice cracked on the last note. I am young, but if there is a daughter of House Dustin close to coming of age - it would be my honor to make her acquaintance. He tried his best not to shake as he awaited a reply.

[Gandalfus]

Base chance: 10/20
Modifiers:
+3 (liege lord/great house)

Roll: 12. The proposal for marriage is accepted.

"I'd be honoured by that, Artos." The middle-aged northerner said gruffly, whilst the servants fetched his daughter. She was of an age with Artos, and had the typical northern look; tall, pale, and dark haired. She was a lady, as much of the women of the North could be, anyway.

(I'll let you hash out the details, if you'd like)