It hardly takes a moment's consideration before you exit the docks with Ser Arthur and Yohn behind you, heading as you are to the Merman's Court. Lord Wyman had been nothing but generous and kind to you since first meeting, and you wouldn't avoid the man and leave his city as if a thief in the night. You pass through the crowded streets, ignoring the street vendors and city guards as you weave and bob your way to the keep itself. You announce yourself to the household guards, who let you in after a few moment's hesitation.
Entering quietly as you join the line of courtiers and citizens seeking to present claims before the Lord of White Harbour, you spot a couple of girls of an age near you standing near Lord Wyman's great seat. One with a most unnatural shade of green for hair colour and the other with a more normal blonde look, they seem busy whispering and pointing out things across the entire court while giggling to themselves. One of them spots you looking at them and holds her stare, the other joining in as she spots your painted house sigil on your armour and whispers something to the other. The two blush slightly and incline their heads in recognition, and you bow slightly yourself in response. Members of House Manderly no doubt.
Eventually you make your way to the front of the line and to the forefront of Lord Manderly's vision, taking a knee and bowing your head as you do so. While it ruffles you somewhat to do so, humility was necessary here as you sought to make amends. And Lord Wyman was an easier man to pay homage to than others.
"Ah," said Lord Manderly knowingly "I see Ser River Wolf has made his way home at long last. Without river or trout, it seems. Tell me my river wolf, how did your ship fare on the open seas in coming here? Surely better than my own ships on the Bite!"
He says the last with anger and grief alike, as if unsure of how to treat you in relation to the painful subject. You hold your tongue here as you let his words pass over you, before speaking in turn. It would not do to let biting words be your speech.
"It was rough sailing either way," you admit honestly as you keep your head lowered "But my thoughts were elsewhere, with the honoured dead."
"Many have died these past few years," allows Lord Wyman "Riverlords, Northmen, Vale knights alike. Yet few of the former and the latter marched under the merman's banner. Few of either marched at the river wolf's call. Few of either now lie at the bottom of the Bite, their bodies lost and their families aggrieved."
"You speak truly Lord Wyman," you respond in turn in measured tone "You sent your ships south to aid Lord Royce at my bidding, and stayed thereafter to aid Ser Edmure, Lord Stark's own goodbrother. Yet it was my calling that brought them south, and it is I that must make amends, for both men and ships lost."
"Then it seems we are of like mind," says Lord Wyman with a smile "And pleased to see that the honour and duty so known of House Stark extends even to its cadet branches. So speak, good ser. You come to offer weregild?"
[] I Offer Weregild (Greater) - A gold dragon for every family to lose a loved one and to make amends for the lost ships = 2000 Gold Dragons
[] I Offer Weregild (Lesser) - Thirty silver stags for every family to lose a loved one and to make amends for the lost ships = 970 Gold Dragons
The matter settled, you remained two days more as a guest of Lord Wyman. You are introduced to his granddaughters, the two girls you had seen in your return to the court. Wynafred and Wylla remind you somewhat of Mya and Myranda, though more respectful and curious due to your Stark heritage. Their father and uncle Wylis and Wendel are friendly enough, though something of a mystery due to their own duties and concerns across House Manderly's lands keeping them busy. You spend a good deal of time with Lord Wyman himself, the two of you exchanging tales of glory (primarily of his own youth) and stories of mutual acquaintances like the now deceased Bronze Yohn.
Ultimately you must depart, and with heartfelt gratitude and goodbyes you do so, with Lord Wyman and his granddaughters being the ones to see you off. Both girls are the modicum of courtesy and decorum as they do so, even after you boldly kiss their hands. Lord Wyman says little to that, but nods as you head out of the keep and out of the city itself towards Winterfell.
--
Your travel by horseback to the centre of the North takes longer than it had previous by longship up the White Knife, but you make good use of the time chatting with Yohn and attempting to put him at ease. The travel by ship alone had unnerved him, as had entering White Harbour and then the Merman Court. Now however, out in the summer snow covered fields and back onto the King's Road he seems more at peace and easing into the new environments, seemingly half-awed and half-curious of it all. That sense of awe only increases as you arrive to Winterfell itself, his jaw dropping as he takes in the ancient seat of House Stark, once capital to the Kings of Winter.
Still you admit, it looks different even to you. Where once you could spot the Broken Tower easily by its destroyed visage, you see clearly that it has been rebuilt to stand tall and true as Winterfell's tallest watch-tower. Even the First Keep, once the original keep of House Stark looks cleaner and sturdier than it probably has in years. Wintertown, once filled with wooden stalls for merchants, muddy streets and homes of log & undressed stone is almost a new town. The Kingsroad itself has been extended with stone blocks to reach into the settlement itself (east of Winterfell as it is), with older wooden houses and stalls seemingly replaced by new stone constructs. It is livelier as well you note from the distance, with thousands of people out on the streets and around the town. It seems that Wulf's people have very much made the town their own, inter-marrying with the original denizens and adapting smoothly to the customs and traditions of the North.
Heading past the town, you arrive at Winterfell proper. There, you see Lord Stark, Wulf and most of your living kin present, including the very latest, Rickon Stark. Held by his mother Lady Catelyn, you are only spared a look at him before you are near dragged away by Bran, Arya and the remainder of your friends and family to head to the Great Hall for food and tales to be shared from either side.
Immediately told to you by Bran and Arya is the news that Bran would be heading south early next year to be taken in by his grandfather Lord Hoster Tully as heir. Having been accepted as such by King Robert and his issuing of a royal proclamation recognizing him now as Brandon Tully, he will be given a strong grant of guards and servants by Lord Stark to see to his every need. Other news arises as well of Robb and Theon having made visits to all the great lords of the North this past year alongside Lord Stark, from Houses Mormont and Umber to Houses Manderly and Ryswell, with even a visit to House Reed where the three spent a fortnight at Moat Cailin and then Greywater Watch as guests of Lord Howland. The both of them seem very pleased at having had such a long trip of sorts with Lord Stark, with chatter of certain noble youths perhaps coming to Winterfell next year as wards. House Bolton is the only unlikely subject in that regard, as Lord Roose's only son Domeric remains at the Redfort in the Vale, whose lord he squire's for.
You in turn share your own stories and tales, refreshing with the tourney at Storm's End that happened earlier this year and the resulting knighthood and gold (noting the slight scowls on both Robb and Theon's faces), your trip to Riverrun after Ser Brynden's death and taking Ser ... Ulrick Joytower into your service. You had then fought under Lord Yohn, the man dying during the First Battle of Tyr's Cliff that you had been lucky to survive. You hear a mutter of "coward" from Theon that draws your attention, but the Ironborn lordling says nothing when you stare him down and looks away. You explain your heading south to meet with Lord Belmore and the second Battle of Tyr's Cliff where Ser Edmure had died as you had rallied the men to make the southern stand. You idly hum the song Lord Belmore had made in your honour, drawing demands from Sansa and the other girls for it to be performed during your stay. You grudgingly acquiesce, mentally cursing Marwyn for his trickery. To be fair, it did have rather memorable lyrics...
You then regaled them with your service under King Robert himself, drawing strong frowns and sullenness from Robb and Theon that only diminishes when you explain the bulk of it was spent as King Robert's drinking partner. Lord Stark frowns at this, especially when you tell him aside of Lord Stannis's death at sea and Robert's perpetual drunken grief. He makes note of this and mutters of writing to Lord Jon Arryn soon, but is more concerned when you admit to your confrontation with the crown prince and his uncle Ser Jaime Lannister. Unlike before in the matter of conflict with House Turner, Robb does not immediately pronounce the crown prince anathema to House Stark, and Theon goes the extra step of claiming that a bastard should have shown respect to the future king and given him the sword. Robb is of mixed thought on that as you point out you had both bought the sword and were a knight, which meant that Theon would be better of referring to you as Ser. He bristles at this, but you hold his glare with a stare down of your own and he backs down, apologizing for his remarks. You let it go, not wanting to stir the pot any further. You ultimately conclude the sum up of the last year by recounting the sack of Griffin's Beak, and Ungren's ultimate death at the hands of Black Walder Frey, much to Lady Catelyn's quiet approval.
--
The day after, you had rode out with Ser Arthur Dayne and Yohn Greyfeather to Wintertown, intent on meeting with Wulf and seeing just exactly how your people had been doing in your absence. Wulf himself seems to have accepted the realities of age and responsibility, having abandoned his rough-bitten furs for softer clothes and the mountain diet for finer foods, having gained some weight and seemingly begun to turn from the warrior's path to more of a town's master. He greets you well upon your arrival, many of the tribals-turned-Northmen shouting greetings as word of your arrival spreads. You spend the day in Wulf's presence, asking about your people, their safety and comforts and then introducing him to Yohn son of Ungren.
This last Wulf takes with some coldness, bluntly and clearly telling Yohn that he did not care for his father and was glad for his death, claiming him a fool who doomed most of their people to death and their children to service (however honourable) in the Night's Watch. Yohn bridles at this, calling his father the rightful king and Wulf a disobedient old man. While he might have failed in his goals, his cause had been just and righteous. That humours you little and you make your displeasure known, shutting both tribesmen up. You ask Wulf as to sheltering Yohn within his tribe, claiming that it might yet be difficult to keep him at your side in the near future. Wulf himself grudgingly accepts the request, stating that it might be best for the boy to be amongst his own people, while Yohn himself protests, stating that as you claimed his loyalty by saving his life, he should remain at your side in service. Ultimately, you decide to:
[] Keep Yohn With You
[] Keep Yohn With Wulf
That matter tabled for the time being,, Wulf admits to you that there are several concerns he wished to bring up with you concerning the tribe. As it was, the well... tribal structure that had been built around Wulf and indirectly loyalty to you had steadily weakened throughout the course of their arrival and time in the North. Several dozens of his people elected to remain at White Harbour rather than head on to Wintertown, now a part of Lord Wyman's citizenry and populace. Several men had chosen to head north to the Night's Watch, choosing to become black brothers rather than remain oath-bound to Wulf and Jon alike. Many had simply intermarried well enough with House Stark's people that they felt their loyalties were more bound to Winterfell itself than you. While of course none of this mattered so far as you kept them here in the North, it might present difficulties in transitioning them to another fief or domain outside of the North itself, with expectations that many would ask to be released from their oaths and instead swear to House Stark and Winterfell.
An additional problem of note is that of a small band of tribal warriors within the town. Led by one of his grandsons called Logain Ninefingers (for his missing digit), they have been something of a troublesome presence due to infighting with a prominent native Northman called Bethod that resulted in his death and those of his two sons. While currently held in custody in Winterfell to await a ruling by yourself or Lord Stark, he mentions to you that while not blameless, Logain and his men had acted primarily in protection of the tribe and little else, though Logain's natural berserker state had made fighting rather bloody. He is aware that Lord Stark is intent on offering them the Night's Watch or death, but feels that he could be prevailed on considering the circumstances to simply release them to your direct service, travelling often as you are. You agree to speak with your uncle regarding this, though you've already made up your mind:
[] The Night's Watch
[] Direct Service To You
[] Death
Ultimately, the day runs out well enough, and you bid goodbyes and make your ride back to Winterfell, speaking with your uncle in regards to the matter of Logain and his men. He agrees well enough with your argument and agrees to it, before turning to other matters...
--
"I had wished to speak to you in private," Lord Stark said after a few moments of silence "To see with what you had intended for yourself in the future. You have a wealth of new opportunities, it seems. Some fraught with peril more than others."
"I do?" you ask quizzically "Lord Renly and Ser Brynden had offered to arrange for some things, but..."
"Then allow me to lay out your options," he responded "Or as best as I can anyway. You are my blood, and there is not a day that will come that I will not deny you haven and security. But I know you to have your mother's spirit, and I have doubts you wish to remain here at Winterfell for the rest of your life, to serve Robb as his sworn sword. No matter how much easier it would make things."
"Father-"
"Let me finish, Jon. Our family and the North has always had lands, territories that could be more populated, more settled. As it happens, you've a sizeable population of people right here around Winterfell sworn to your service, with a good deal of wealth besides from your tourney victory. Sea Dragon Point, Stony Shore, Moat Calin, the Wolf's Maw, Skane near Skagos, even somewhere within the lands surrounding Winterfell. I could grant you them as a holdfast and lands, name you their master and let you do as you wish. Perhaps in time you would make those lands wealthy enough for a lordship, make a true mark upon the North."
"That... would be gracious of you," you admit as you shrink in your chair a little. Such grants of land had proved a mixed blessing for House Stark, as evidenced with its cadet branches.
"I also know that Lord Manderly has expressed interest in a betrothal," he continued, ignoring your bolt of surprise "His sons are both men grown yet only daughters between them, so perhaps one day it might be that you find yourself Lord of White Harbour in time. I know as well that he has expressed interest in giving you the Wolf's Den as dowry. It's castellan is an old man near death with his drunkedness, and has no heirs to him A good future for any boy or man, especially one believed to be a bastard."
"And yet," he continues with a half-smile of pride "I know you have arranged in some way your own proposals and prospects. Lord Renly Baratheon has offered you Summerhall, I believe. An infamous seat, with modest lands but good enough to build a new House upon. Lord Hoster has written to me and extended to you the invitation to join their household as a knight. This ... I must admit I would prefer, at least for the short term."
"Why?" you ask quizzically "Lord Hoster has never pronounced great fondness for me."
"As you know, with both Brynden and Edmure dead Lord Hoster had arranged for Bran to be confirmed as his heir," your uncle reveals with a slight frown "As future lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands. A great honour and opportunity for Bran... but my goodfather is an old man and sickly besides. Sending him south to be held as a ward leaves me uneasy. I was older when I went to Jon Arryn, and I did not go to be a lord amongst them. Freys, Blackwoods, Darrys, Bracken, Vances and all the rest... House Whent is a well spent family, and Edmure Tully had been heir to his aunt's possession of Harrenhal. With Bran being confirmed as heir, that title will fall to him in time..."
"And you think I could hold it for him?" you realize suddenly "That I would stay with him in Riverrun until he succeeds Lord Hoster or the Lady Whent dies, and then become one of his bannermen? His shield in the east, and Robb his sword in the North?"
"Bran looks up to you," admits the Lord of Winterfell "There is nothing of this petty rivalry between you and Robb, and I know you can teach him the particulars of knighthood as well as any of Lord Hoster's men. So yes, I know that I can trust you to be his shield, that you would protect him against any who would do him harm. Perhaps in time, the two of you and Robb can end the petty squabbling of the Riverlords, bring it into a unity not seen since the Andals landed on Westeros. Harrenhal is no niggardly fief, Jon."
"No," you muse as you look him over "It's a fortress fit for a king."
"Yes well... I imagine the Vale is also open to you, thanks to your service and courage in Lord Arryn's armies. Griffin's Beak, I believe has need of a new lord and new men to hold it. Despite the ruin of war it is still a large keep with certain wealth to it, but I have faith in you and whatever men Lord Arryn chooses to offer you to rule well and ably, and I know that with Ser Brynden dead that the Bloody Gate will need a new knight. Otherwise, I know that Lord Arryn has spoken of using you in King's Landing, and King Robert would appreciate your presence as well."
"And yet.." you offer curiously "What if I wanted to travel? To Essos, or to the Westerlands or the Reach or Dorne or the Iron Isles or even beyond the Wall?"
"Beyond the Wall?" asks the Warden of the North curiously as he looks you over "What on earth would bring you there? I would call it madness... but yes, it is your choice as much as anything. But I would caution you on this. Travelling south for months at a time will leave you unaware of a great many things in your absence. Essos will be harder, especially for someone so young. Those lands are not peaceful and you could be gone for years before ever returning."
"I understand."
"Good," he says before frowning slightly "Then let me speak honestly. I know you have met with Ser Arthur Dayne, and have accepted him into your service. That is your right, regardless of my personal feelings on the matter and the man himself. But I know what he desires for you, and I would ask that you answer me honestly: Are you planning on challenging the Baratheons for the Iron Throne?"
"I have a claim," you offer half-heartedly "My father's blood-"
"Is fell blood Jon. As it stands, you are known far and wide as my son, as
my blood. The Targaryens are a spent force, without home nor armies nor friends. Their last king a madman, their last prince a rapist, their heirs beggar across the sea. No Great House, no army will rise for a bastard dragonseed, no matter what pretensions Dayne clings to."
You refuse to look at him.
"Jon," he says again more harshly, with more iron in his voice "Promise me. Promise me you will not try to claim the throne, claim King's Landing. It is nothing but a viper's pit and the death of any Stark who enters it."
"But I'm not a Stark, am I?" you retort angrily, tired of his pressing,
his words "I'm a Stormcrown and before that a Snow. I'm not even your son anymore!"
That sets him back, and you see the pain in his eyes.
"Jon," he says again "Swear to me you will not embark on this fool's quest. Swear this to me or know that never again will you be welcome in my house, in Winterfell, or all the North."
His answer slaps you across the face as well as any hand, and your jaw drops slightly.
"Will you hand me over to the king as well?" you demand with a snarl, standing up and out of your seat "For all your claims of blood, calling yourself my father-"
"I
am your father!" he roars in response, his chair toppling backwards as he stands up himself, great anger in his build as you see the rage of Eddard Stark "
I carried you home when Rhaegar and Dayne robbed your mother of life and rights to bring you into this world!
I raised you in the walls of Winterfell as one of my own, raised you alongside Robb!
I gave you every opportunity, fostered you with one of the greatest knights in all of Westeros, fought for you against Reginald Turner, arranged for your trips, armors, weapons, horses! All this and more! Do not spit in my face and call it betrayal, when all I have done has been to protect you! But I will not allow you to return the Seven Kingdoms to war on some self-entitled claim to the Iron Throne!"
"Are you going to surrender me to the King?" you repeat icily "Are you going to give him my head, like the Lannisters gave him the Targaryens? Tell him whose son I am, whose mother was mine? Smile and laugh over my corpse like I was some mummer's jape?"
"No," he says without backing down "You are my blood, and for all your arrogance I love you still. For all your arrogance, I do not forget the promise I made to your mother. To protect you from those that would do you harm, that would see you undone. But I cannot protect you if you seek out this danger. I cannot protect you."
His voice breaks at the end, and he slowly sits back down in his seat. As he looks up, you see moist, reddened eyes.
"Swear to me, Jon. Swear to me that you shall forswear your claims and desires upon the Iron Throne, that you will not challenge Robert nor his children nor even his children's children."
"Only three generations?" you scoff dryly as you seat yourself "You think I can't wait? I've seen things, uncle. Dreams of darkness, of dead men who darkened the barrows and rose to fight the living. Of gods once forgotten and returned. Kings in rags returned to splendour. Even if Robert's children and their children have a thousand more children, I could still claim the throne. "
"By that time their hold on the throne shall be as strong as the Targaryen's once was," he says levelly "Your aunt and uncle would be dead across the sea, you merely a respected aged knight or lord, perhaps even an old wizened man like Walder Frey."
"I've seen what old wizened men can do," you bite back bitterly "Old men who could speak as thunder struck, who knew more of the ways than any maester in the Seven Kingdoms, who held more power in a breath than ten thousand kings with ten thousand armies."
"Promise me, Jon." He says a final time, looking to you with a mix of resignation and determination "Do not do this."
"I... cannot, not yet. I need time," you ask "To think."
"You've till the end of the week," says Lord Stark with a sigh "I'll have your answer by then. This isn't something to be put off, Jon."
--
"So... what do you think?" you ask of your sworn sword "I'm not even certain I want the damn thing."
"Jon," responds Ser Arthur Dayne patiently "You are the rightful king, you know my thoughts on this. As for this, it only proves my suspicions: No Lord Stark will not raise his armies for you, and no significant force can be raised on your own from whatever lands he deigns to give you. It is as much a prison as it is a gift."
"The Vale then? The Riverlands? The Stormlands?"
"All loyal to the cause of House Baratheon. Whatever Targaryen loyalists remaining have been beaten into obedience or turned their cloaks. No, holding a patch of land anywhere is not what you will need for the throne. You might be able to raise a few thousand men if you work hard enough at it, but you'd be surrounded by Baratheon armies and loyalists no matter where you are."
"Shall I forge myself a new kingdom then?" you ask wryly "Go north beyond the Wall like a wildling and make it so?"
"... I can only say that you would have my sword, Jon. But the lands beyond the wall are nothing, and a wildling army would be of little use. No, we need to go south, to travel the breadth of Westeros, even Essos if you wish it."
"Travel?" you ask curiously "How will travel bring me armies when lands and titles will not."
"You must gain a following, assemble a legend," says the former Sword of the Morning as he begins pacing "Your actions in the Vale, at Storm's End have made you a maiden's gossip, but it is not enough. We must make you the Dragonknight anew, a shining example of piety, justice and valour for the small-folk to whisper of, for the lords to take note of. So that when the time comes, they would flock to your banner in droves."
"An errant knight then," you say as you realize his intentions "I suppose I've the wealth to make it so, but a few thousand gold still won't serve to build together an army or entice lords to my banner."
"No," he agrees "We need more. We need the tourneys. Jon, every lord and knight south of White Harbour dreams for them, for the prizes and honours showered upon them for martial victory. The Usurper is known for his generosity in this, and we can make use of that and your gifts to ensure total victory in that, but he is not the only one we can fleece for coin. The Vale is more known for honours and prizes, and I can imagine you are known enough there to not need the fame. The Riverlands are somewhat rich, but wars have devastated their fields and I think few lords there will give generous sums. The same goes for the Stormlands. No, it is the Westerlands and the Reach that we must ride through. Gold mines, dreams of chivalry and rich fields for their lords to get their tithe from... The Reach was loyal to the Targaryens during the Rebellion as well and Mace Tyrell has a daughter of an age with you. It would take long hard work and might not pay off, but gaining honours, coin and glory there might well see him suited to crowning his daughter alongside a second Young Dragon..."
"Or a second Blackfyre," you note with a hint of macabre. And Dorne?"
"Dorne..." he says hesitantly "Dorne will not rise for you, insulted as they were by Rhaegar's sins against Elia. I cannot even vouch for House Dayne, I'm afraid. There is a chance of raising them in Elia's memory, for vengeance against House Lannister, perhaps even rally some few who still hold loyalties to House Targaryen itself, but the dragon has faded quickly from memory it seems. "
"A wolf, ser." You correct with a hint of harshness in your voice "I am not my father's son."
"Perhaps not yet," he responds with a hint of sadness as he waves away your objections "But to gain an army, you will need to be. Rhaegar always knew how to make everyone fall in love with him."
"Not everyone, Dayne. Not everyone."
--
A week comes and goes, and it is time for you to give your response. Lord Stark is in the courtyard, observing Robb and Theon sparring. Nearby you spot Sansa, Beth, Lady Stark and a few others watching, cheering one or the other on. As you arrive, you see Lord Stark shift from his position and look to you."
"Jon," he says quietly to you, as if not to arouse the attention of his family "Have you come to a decision?"
[] Yes - You will forswear any and all desires on the Iron Throne as long as Robert Baratheon and his children and their children live.
[] No - The Iron Throne is yours by right of blood and you will not relinquish your claims and rights. Not even your own blood can deny you that.
"Very well," he says without a hint of emotion "So be it."
Decisions (Select 1 Immediately)
- [] Beyond the Wall (Hard Mode) - You hunger a little for open, wild lands of myth and magic to call your own...
- [] King's Landing - You've received invitations to spend time south in the capital. It was...
- [] Jon Arryn who invited you, claiming need of your skills and abilities. It'd be rude not to answer.
- [] King Robert, claiming a desire to have you at court.
- [Yes Only] The North - You've decided to accept your uncle's gift of lands. After some discussion, you agreed upon...
- [] Moat Cailin - Swampy, near-abandoned, closer to the Riverlands or the Vale than it is to the hinterlands of the North.
- [] Sea Dragon Point or Stony Shore (specify) - Largely unsettled and untapped for resources.
- [] Skane - Uninhabited for centuries, but near Skagos and the Watch alike.
- [] Wolf's Maw - Mountainous, settled by various clan sworn to Winterfell's service.
- [] Winterfell/Wintertown - You will stay close, serving your maternal kin while building upon your own designs.
- [Yes Only] White Harbour - You're of a mind to take Lord Manderly up on the betrothal and the dowry.
- [] The Riverlands - Lord Hoster has extended an invitation, with vague allusions to future lands but it is for Bran that you will go.
- [] The Stormlands - Lord Renly previously extended to you an offer to settle in Summerhall, once belonging to House Targaryen...
- [Travel] Essos (2 Year Lock) - A world away from Westeros, with unsettled scores and a continent to explore...
- [] Valyria (Hard Mode) - From what you've been told, there yet remains a wealth of treasure within this doomed peninsula...
- [] Andalos - The ancient home of the Andals, before they came to Westeros in their waves. What relics remain, you wonder?
- [] The Rhoyne - Abandoned birthplace of Princess Nymeria, and one of ancient Valyria's few rivals.
- [] The Free Cities - Slaves, whores, bankers, mercenaries, what's not to like?
- [No Only] Westeros - You shall heed Ser Arthur's advice, and travel Westeros to create a name and following yourself...
- [] Write In (Region/Lord)
- [] The Vale (Griffin's Beak) - A land familiar to your people, with rivers, mines and great fortifications to serve them. As Knight of the Bloody Gate however, it will be a rare sight in early years...
