There was a long silence as you simply stood there, meeting the bandit maiden's gaze wordlessly. Was she attempting to see your true nature, as you were with her?
Perhaps then she would see that there was nothing you would not do to protect your family.
At long last she broke the staring competition, her eyes darting downward and then back again. "We're trying to help people."
"So am I," you responded instantly. "And I dare say I'm doing a better job of it. I want to protect your people, but I can't do that unless you give me what I need."
There was a fire in her eyes and for a heartbeat you wondered if she was going to spit again. "And why should I believe you, Lannister? I know your name, who your father is. All the good King Aegon did for us undone by the great Tywin Lannister!"
"I am not my father!" you snarled, and you were surprised at the anger in your voice. You weren't, were you?
"How can I believe that? You're asking me to trust you, to risk hundreds of lives on your word. How can I trust you, Ser Jaime Lannister?"
You let out a tortured breath. You were somewhat of an amateur at interrogation, but you were pretty sure the prisoner was the one meant to feel uncomfortable. How could you explain that in Tywin Lannister's custody she would right now be enjoying Amory Lorch's tender mercies? How could you reconcile that ruthless nature with the man who was your father, with the doe-eyed girl staring up at you?
"You're just going to have to have faith," you said lamely. It sounded empty even to you. You took a deep, steadying breath. "No… more than faith. You may trust that I will do something if I say I will. You say you know my name. Well, Lannisters pay their debts, and we keep our word. I keep my word."
You paused once more, and her brown eyes met your own intense green. Her glare had softened slightly.
Before she could respond, you said, "I have matters to attend to in camp. I'll return shortly, and perhaps you will have considered my words."
Without hesitation, you swept out of the tent, and ordered two of your men to guard the White Fawn. They had orders to not speak to her, but were also told not to treat her badly. From there you moved about the camp energetically. You checked on the men at watch, the injured, and those who hovered by campfires in companionable conversation. One and all deferred to you, but you were pleased to see their weapons remained in easy reach and their cups were full of watered wine.
The Traitors would not take you unawares. Ser Brynden had seen to that, and every man told you so. Like your father, Ser Brynden was one of those rare men who lived up to the rumors about him.
After almost three full hours, you returned to the tent.
Wenda was waiting for you, as was to be expected given that you had chained her up. Her eyes rose to regard you as you approached her.
She was truly lovely, particularly for a commoner girl, but you could not let yourself forget who she was. Were you in her position you doubted you would have been shown much mercy. At the very least you would be having trouble sitting down.
But that didn't matter, not if you were supposed to be better, supposed to be nobler.
"Are you ready to let me help you? Tell me what I want to know, and I'll do what is in my power."
She bit her lip, emotions warring on her face. You said nothing more, content to let her choose. If she said nothing… well, you had done your best to help her. Your family, your sister would always come first.
"They aren't keeping the prisoners at the main camp. They're in a smaller camp with only a few men guarding them, deeper in the woods. Lord Simon said that they were going to use them to make life better for us, but there were ships-"
She looked at you, and anger, fear, and so much more flashed across her pretty features. "They never gave a shit about any of us, did they? We were always supposed to die for their mission. I can tell you where it is. I can take you there."
You pulled a map of the Kingswood from your saddlebags. "Show me."
She pointed with one finger to a cove on the Narrow Sea. "Ja- Lord Jaime, perhaps you had best hurry. Last I heard they were going to move the hostages."
She said something else, but your thoughts were whirling! Moving hostages. Narrow Sea. Traitors. The encoded letter in an Essosi cypher…
Fuck!
[] You can't afford to wait for Arthur Dayne and the main camp. The Kingswood Brotherhood has no reason to stay in Westeros and Cersei might be long gone by the time you get to her. Take Gerold and as many good men as will follow you to pull off a rescue mission.
-[] Bring Wenda with you. She could prove useful with her knowledge of the people and woods.
-[] Leave Wenda under guard. No point in risking a sudden reversal of opinion.
[] It's far too risky to attempt something heroic and brash on your own. You need to wait for Ser Arthur and the rest of camp and then provide them with this information.
[] Take this information to Ser Brynden. He is an experienced knight and will know what to do, though doing this will mean sacrificing any control you have over the situation.
[] Write-in.