At the moment, .....

 Brandon Snow & Bruce the Strong stand on the wall of the 'Hill' just looking over fields of poppy they stayed behind to watch over the house as most went out at the Lord requests. They watch and see coming from the south Merius Basso and only half of this Blue Lancers.


 Not yet in sight of the wall of the 'Hill', ......

 The other half of the Blue Lancer and the rest of the Ashfield family are returning from the Dorne camp. They have shared and passed amongst themselves many concerns and options, but regardless of that they think they now all most report back to their lord.


A trumpet is sound at the return of the Blue Lancers, in response Lord Ascar Ashfield has come down to greet this ambassador and son of Kaldor. Several servants are also preparing the courtyard and clearing the area, there will be many horse and tired men to attend too.
This message was last updated by the GM at 17:57, Wed 25 June 2014.

Edric speedily rode back to Poppy Hall following Mathys, only making light conversation. Let us Hope you face me in the tourny Mathys, I would hate for you to relive all those times in the yard I bested you. Hearing the trumphets and seeing what looked to be the rest of the Blue Lances returning Edric took his horse into full gallop and hastily returned to the Hill. Sliding off his horse and handing the reins to a servant he made his way over to Merius. Merius it is good to see you here, but I must ask, Who sent you here? I thought you were going to remain home and keep Olaf busy while Mara and I came to me with Lord Ashfield

Merius looked with surprise to Edric. 'We had a message that a raven came ordering us to move and meet a legate from Dorne. Was this message not yours then?...'

Merius is clearly puzzled. But not deterred. 'Tycho is with this Dornish and will come to us when he is delivered. I thought it better to join you. There are two many swords around here...'

Bruce had been watching the coming and goings from the wall, there had been many men riding out along with the various lords and Merius, he stood near to Brandon Snow, a man who next to anyone else would have been appeared to be larger than he did next to Bruce's bulk and size. With only half of the Lancers returning he wondered if perhaps he had missed a battle with someone for a moment before dismissing the thought. It would have been extremely foolish for the Dornish lords with their small entourage to fight, they were here for peace as well as the Reach lords, that and they really had no chance of taking the 'Hill' with those that are already inside.

As Ser Edric rode hard and fast to return Bruce slapped Brandon on the back, "I'm heading down, Going to see what Ser Edric has to say to Merius," He paused a moment as he turned to go, "You coming?" Regardless of the mans answer Bruce wasted no time as he headed down from the walls. He watched as Ser Edric sought out Merius and confronted the man, he listened as Ser Edric had greeted him saying it was good to see him, but then demanded to know what he (Merius) was doing there with the Lancers. Merius it seemed had assumed the raven that had brought the orders had come from Ser Edric himself, "Does that mean someone is sending orders with the proper seals to the Neumann men?" he pondered to himself a moment before he added to what Merius had said, "Swords aren't the only danger a man can bring," the big man grinned and flexed his hands a moment at the two of them as he was wont to do, "Which is why I was sent along, to help protect you and your sister when it would be otherwise unseemly to be armed Ser Edric."

Merius chuckled as the big man spoke. He could not help to like a man that would take all matters into his own hands. He looked back to Edric. 'I expect Tycho to be with us soon, do you want us to return to your domains?...'

Pella rides sedately back to Poppy Hall, comfortably behind the boys who appear to be in a rush.

She took in the scene of Blue Lancers scattered across Ashfield lands with interest, and began to wonder just what sort of welcome Ser Edric had been expecting from her father.

It had been years since she'd last seen Edric and while he had grown into a man, quite a handsome one, he had also fought in a war; she wondered how that might have changed him, becoming thoughtful as she threw her apple core into the grass.

"Mara, does your brother often travel with an army?", Pella queried politely.

Of course not Pella, I am sure that my Lord Father simply like yours wanted to negotiate from a position of strength to give the Reach every advantage possible.

Her Lord father was a fool. What they needed were less swords and more diplomats. Half of these warriors still wanted to prove themselves, or win glories that only come from distinguishing themselves in battle. Pella was a lovely girl strong and knowledgeable when amongst her family or during a Healing task. Still, she had a girl like essence about her that was shy and possibly naïve about the real world of Westeros. Mara could not fault her though. She was that way before the King's Court. She learned quickly that all situations were linked to the game. One false move, and your enemies could destroy you with shame or worse.

So Pella, as I promised when we are dismissed from here. We shall gather your sisters and go through my baggage. I am sure there are some lovely clothes and scents that you will like. And, I am sure my brother will forget his toy soldiers and spend more time with you.