On Unseen Wings
Eighth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
It will take a while yet to make full use of all you have learned today, to deal with the Houses of the Stormlands one way or another, to see the Storm God restored, even just to get the measure of Brienne of Tarth once again, but there is one matter that you feel you must address at once. "My lord, before we depart I have but one more question for you—do you wish me to deal with these bandits that claim to fight in my name?"
Stannis does not answer in haste, the discussion regarding clemency of thieves and pirates, obviously still on his mind. "The smallfolk will be glad to see an end to brigandage, Your Grace, and the sooner the better." From the almost hesitant tone you get the sense that he is trying to meet you halfway, though he is still dubious about the prospect. That, too, he would doubtless call merely his duty if you pointed it out.
"It will be done by the morrow, my lord," you announce confidently.
To that the Lord of Storm's End only nods, not challenging the promise of a swift resolution. So upon saying your goodbyes to the lord and lady of the house as well as to Shireen, the three of you depart by sorcery, though you do not travel far.
***
You had flown over Cape Wrath years before on your first surreptitious return to Westeros after your exile. Looking down upon the verdant tapestries of the Rainwood, it seems as though nothing had changed since then, the long lives of trees looking on over a world unchanged, yet you know that is not so. Somewhere beneath those wooded vaults there are men who say they fight for you as rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms. Remembering the fate of Goodwell, almost doomed by a bee sting, you cannot say you do not understand why smallfolk might wish to take to the woods no matter what banner they may choose to fly.
Regardless, it is not banners you must find now, but other simpler signs of human habitation. Rather than look for yourself alongside Dany and your mother, expending magic to weave veils, you instead call upon a handful of Greater Ravens from the Deep to serve as your eyes and ears through the woods, searching high and low alike.
It does not take long for your spies to return, for the tricks and deceptions that might hide a camp from the ground are far less effective to a watcher on the wing. "Found the camp, found it I did," one of the ravens proclaims loudly. "It has an old banner that might be a dragon... not a good one, though, mold and mice have been at it."
"Bah, you found a camp in the forest, what's so hard about that?" another caws mockingly. "I found a forager so you can interrogate her in peace without having to reveal yourself to the camp with everyone shouting their tales true and false at the top of their voices."
What do you do?
[] Head directly for the camp to deal with this
-[] Write in
[] Speak to the forager first to get a sense of the group
-[] Write in
[] Write in
OOC: A really short update, but under the circumstances I think it works well enough.
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