Quarters of the Master of Whispers

[Gandalfus]

Lord Yronwood's quarters within the Red Keep, and a visible symbol of the wealth of the Dornish house - it is outfitted well, with exotic oddities, tapestries and hunting trophies from the far side of the world ornamenting the walls.

[Pontifex Maximus]

Ryker Frey arrived at Yronwood's quarters in order to meet with the man

[Gandalfus]

Ryker Frey is shown into the Dornishman's quarters. Previously seated at a table poring over mundane reports, Yronwood rises to greet the Lord Commander.

"Lord Commander. What brings you to see me?" He asked in a friendly tone, watching the Frey with curiosity.


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[Pontifex Maximus]

The appointments of the elaborate quarters reminded him of his time in Dorne, and his ill fated escort of the crown prince to Storm's End, when he had been prepared to die on the end of a spear to defend Rhaella and Rhaegar from Steffon Baratheon, Rhaella had ordered him to stand down and so the young prince had been murdered.

"I come because the recent council meeting has gotten me worried. Perhaps I did not realize it before I had a seat on the council, but the political positioning and jockeying leave me wondering whether or not all the men under the King's service truly mean to serve the Realm honorably."

[Gandalfus]

"Few serve for honour, my Lord. Some men do it for gold, others for power, and some for love. True men do what they must, for the good of the realm."
Yronwood replied with a small smile, recognising the man from the previous ill-fated trip with the crown prince. He neglected to mention it, however, keeping his expression fixed.

"It is worrying to think that such men have infiltrated the council, however, poisoning the ears of the King with their ill advice."
Shaking his head in apparent dismay, Yronwood's smile faded into a slight grimace.


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[Pontifex Maximus]

"Particularly with regards to my house." Ryker replied. "I have recently been able to speak with my brothers. The truth of the matter is that my father now has the strength, support, and influence to topple the Tullys. He has already overthrown the Brackens with ease and the Blackwoods would prove an even easier target, while he has had Harrenhall under siege for so long they might soon be starved out in the coming months. All this is to say, with the way the council discussions seemt o be going, the Riverlands could be plunged into a bloody war spanning years."

He paused and gathered his breath to explain the main reason he had come. "It is clear to me that a faction plots against my House in the capital, and doing so threatens not only House Frey of course, but the stability of the Realm. My father is not an unreasonable man, but he will not tolerate disrespect. Lord Bracken already paid for that with his life. I would ask that you gather information on my behalf of these Lord's doings - particularly Bracken and Hightower."

He gave a short sigh. "Lefford spoke truly. Walder Frey controls half the Riverlands already just not in name. Making the title official would do much to calm tensions, if such a political arrangement could be made. Tully and Frey would still be bound by marriage as family. Lefford is wrong in thinking his plan would weaken the Riverlands. In truth it would strengthen it. House Tully has proven time and time again to be ineffective leaders. If they concerned themselves with fewer matters it would be better for all. All except Tully."

[Gandalfus]

House Frey was indeed as powerful as Ryker said, he did not need informants to glean this. Like a stream, the information out of the Riverlands flowed through the realm. The Freys have been given Oldstones. They broke Whent and Blackwood in the field, and occupy the Bracken seat. While Tully engaged in idle sport and pleasure, letting the Freys topple him from under his nose.

"Bracken... I have already heard much of him. A man who cannot control his own watch, it seems." Yronwood had heard of the farce that had occurred at the Mud Gate, for it was not easy to hide two score burned down houses.
"Hightower, also, I have heard the name spoken in the same breath. An ancient house, with low opinions of those they view as upstarts." Eyeing Ser Ryker, he toyed with the badge of his house emblazoned across his breast. "One is also wed to a Tully, if memory serves me rightly... These men have common cause, do you think not?"

[Pontifex Maximus]

"I am inclined to agree." Frey said gravely "and they seek to undermine my house at every turn or so it would seem to me. Bracken has long been seeking the favorband protection of the King, but I would know more of his plans. I can compensate you for your troubles.." he concluded

[Gandalfus]

"I shall think on it, Lord Commander. If Bracken and Hightower are threats to our king, then I shall certainly have them watched. For the good of the realm." Yronwood finished, nodding sagely. "If that is all, my Lord?"

[Pontifex Maximus]

"Yes." Ryker said simply. He donned his helm taking one last look at the rugs and departed

[Iron Aquilifer]

Walder Bywater, escorted only by two of his command, arrives at the office of the Master of Whispers. He requests an audience.

[Gandalfus]

Walder is shown into the Dornishman's quarters, where he finds the current tenant skimming through a copy of Lives of Four Kings, the work of Grand Maester Kaeth. Upon noticing Ser Bywater, he promptly sets down the tome, rising from his seat to greet the new arrival.

"Ser Bywater." He says, recognising the man's arms. "What may I do for you?"

[Iron Aquilifer]

Walder is shown into the Dornishman's quarters, where he finds the current tenant skimming through a copy of Lives of Four Kings, the work of Grand Maester Kaeth. Upon noticing Ser Bywater, he promptly sets down the tome, rising from his seat to greet the new arrival.

"Ser Bywater." He says, recognising the man's arms. "What may I do for you?"

Walder spoke with a strange air of detachment, as if his body and mind were literally in two separate places. "Do you keep in correspondence with many dornishmen, Lord Yronwood? Former residents of this city, if we must narrow the search down?​"

[Gandalfus]

"I know a great many Dornishmen, Ser Bywater, though few who have resided in the shadow of the Red Keep." Yronwood replied, oddly at ease despite the Crownlander's distant demeanour.

[Iron Aquilifer]

"I know a great many Dornishmen, Ser Bywater, though few who have resided in the shadow of the Red Keep." Yronwood replied, oddly at ease despite the Crownlander's distant demeanour.

"What of the dornish merchant, Fowler. He was Master of Coin, before my father. Before Blackfyre. Are the two of you linked by correspondence or does your family history keep the two separate?​"

[Pontifex Maximus]

A message arrives for the Master of Whisperers

"Gratitude, for your recent message."

A purse containing 5,000 gold dragons accompanied the message

[Gandalfus]

"We have mutual friends, I suppose. But I have neither seen him or spoken to him, if that is your question. He is another man's creature, not mine."

[Iron Aquilifer]

"We have mutual friends, I suppose. But I have neither seen him or spoken to him, if that is your question. He is another man's creature, not mine."

The gold cloak captain accepted the words with a nod. "So as you are undoubtably the King's man, Lord Yronwood, who does Fowler answer to, exactly?" Walder glanced around the dornishman's room. "And is it something I can work with?"


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[Gandalfus]

"Fowler's master is a dangerous man, a man whose influence spreads its tendrils across the seas towards the east. I know not who it truly is, only that he has immeasurable wealth. An attractive employer, no?" Yronwood chuckled casually, glancing up at a tapestry that depicted King Yorick's surrender to Nymeria so many hundreds of years ago.

[Iron Aquilifer]

"Fowler's master is a dangerous man, a man whose influence spreads its tendrils across the seas towards the east. I know not who it truly is, only that he has immeasurable wealth. An attractive employer, no?" Yronwood chuckled casually, glancing up at a tapestry that depicted King Yorick's surrender to Nymeria so many hundreds of years ago.

The man's words sounded like a prophesy, the murmured story from one illiterate mother to her equally intellectual daughter. "That is helpful, considering your position on the Kings council. Best find this mysterious benefactor before all that wealth buys the literal cloaks from my men's shoulders."

With a bow, Walder thanks the Dornishman for his time. "I must return to the streets."


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