Ashara switches her pleading look to her mother.
She gasps with shock at Ser Ernesto. Gabriel had been a loyal bodyguard and had saved her life, it infuriated her to see Ernesto mock him. "I am sure that Gabriel will acquit himself quite well in the tourney, Ser Ernesto" she replies.
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In reply to Ser Ernesto Riquez (msg # 39):

Lady Tansa, she does not like this Rain Drop Knight, but such talk should be kept in the village tavern not her lords table "Ser Ernesto perhaps you need more wine as it seems your tongue is dry and speaks out of turn, a good long dirnk should remind it when it's time to move it again"

Lord Perros smiles at his wife, his eyes focused on her chest - Ser Ernesto knows very well that much can be said too just about anyone at the table, but a foul thought to the Lord's wife will bring his full wrath on them. There are many rumors but the fact stands his wife is (Tansa) queen in this house he (Perros) is not king. And no man say that out loud or be put to death.

In reply to Caladin (msg # 41):

Lady Aislin the wife of Ser Hassan and sister to Lord Perros raised her hand to her mouth to suppress her own laughter at the scolding of Ser Ernesto. Clearing her throat she chose to speak. "Remembering one's station is quite necessary for one's future, as is respect for your peers Ser Ernesto, it would behoove you to remember that."

Ashara blinks back tears when it becomes clear that she can't change her parents' minds. She stands and curtsies stiffly to them. "Father, mother, do I have your leave to go? I should go prepare myself for the journey." she says softly

The Raindrop Knight endured the slings and barbs of Ser Ernesto's words nobly - like a bastion, swept against by the seatide. With the distrust often leveled his way by Lady Tansa, he'd been subject to unkind words and mockery before in the Kolwyn Household. Through it all though, Gabriel had remained stalwart and accepted the abuse. He did so now: not stirring from his knee, outstretched fist still and head still bowed low... Waiting... waiting for some answer from Lord Perros. To be rewarded with an opportunity for his diligence. Or for the other shoe to fall.

His fist tightened in front of him, steel-clad fingers digging into the leather across his palm with biting intensity. They had defended him, but said nothing of his request. The Raindrop Knight's head perked up when Ashara spoke a second time, her voice tinged with evident sorrow... and when he saw her stand to leave, her guardian did too.

Gabriel stood stiffly, his brown woolen cloak trailed behind - its broached mantle at the Raindrop Knight's neck rustling with the movement. His seagreen eyes returned to Ashara from the floor: holding both thankfulness for her kind words and concern for her sorrow.

Fatimah moves into the room, late, and curtsies "My apologies, I got turned around in the castle after getting changed." Her dress isn't suited well to riding or travel, and her armor isn't well suited to any sort of fancy council. She then takes a seat next to her father.

Ashara smiles at Fatimah, despite how down she's feeling right now. "Lady Fatimah, good to see you again." Fatimah really was a pretty girl when she dressed properly, Ashara thought. She gives a nod to Gabriel when he prepares to leave with her.

Ser Ernesto grew slightly angry. he did not enjoy being chastised for the truth. He simply waited though for his temper to go. it only took a few seconds as he knew exactly where he was and that it wasn’t good to be so wound up here. Ser Ernesto stood and walked over to the Raindrop Knight. To show his actual sincerity he offered his hand.

"I apologise i did not mean to speak out of turn" he said to Gabriel "I merely meant to suggest that the best fighters in the six kingdoms and Dorne will be attending the Wedding celebrations for the chance to fight in front of people  of such great station. Given you are unproven in this way it might be unwise to enter. However i am willing to be proved wrong." he paused to think "Perhaps with our lieges blessing we could spar for the honour of representing the house, this will leave no question as to who the gods favour in the tourney"

Gabriel accepted Ser Ernesto's hand stiffly, gauntleted hand clasping with the other knight's. His seagreen eyes met Ernesto's, below a pair of light blonde eyebrows raised in obvious surprise. "I would be honored." Gabriel replied laconically but sincerely, as sparing of his words as he always was. The boy said little, Ernesto would have noticed, being the sort to observe rather than interject.

In reply to Gabriel Laurent (msg # 48):

"Gadriel is welcomed to enter the event on behave of his own house and represent House Laurent. You on the other hand or sworn to this house and we will discuss properly who will represent us and in what capacity when I am ready to discuss such things." Lord Perros seems a bit annoyed at the topic of conversation.


"Fatimah Ravenhowe, welcome to the table, will you be staying or heading back?" Lord Perros has seemed to always favor the House Ravenhowe, He most likely would have thrown any other member of his house out for being late except his wife of course.

Ashara is happy to see Gabriel and Ser Ernesto getting along. She waits quietly for her father to give her leave to go.

In reply to Ashara Kolwyn (msg # 43):

Lord Perros, walks over to Ashara, with his hands gently on each shoulder just above her biceps, in a calm and soft voice "Daughter Jadis needs to stay, I know you don't understand and we all see this is troubling you but appearances have great meaning in the Crown Lands and bringing a bastard to court as we face them on their ground is going to be difficult enough without having them judge us before we begin."

"You may leave the chamber, Jadis has been told and she prepares to leave today with House Ravenhowe, ... Say your good byes"

Gabriel nodded curtly, after a moment's pause, as Lord Perros rejected his offer in no uncertain terms. It was not worded cruelly, that was true, but it was a denial nonetheless. "I will be in the practice yard this eve." Gabriel offered to Ser Ernesto. The subtext being clear, even through the placidity of Gabriel's speech: meet me in the practice yard tonight, if you would like to spar.

Then, upon Ashara's dismissal, the bodyguard followed faithfully after his charge.

"I understand, father." Ashara says softly. In truth she did not understand at all; to insult her own sister just to curry favor with some northern invader! How could her father even consider it? But she is a dutiful daughter, and nods and smiles sweetly. "By your leave, then, my lord father." Ashara leaves the room unhurriedly, with no trace on her face of distress or unhappiness.
Once she is out of sight of the others (except Gabriel) she dashes off to find Jadis.

Ashara hugs Jadis tightly when she finds her, bursting into tears. "Oh Jadis, Jadis! I'm so sorry! I'll be miserable without you. I'll write you, I promise!" She breaks the hug and smiles at her sister through her tears, putting her hands on Jadis' shoulders. "Be good while I'm away, okay, sis?"

Fatimah's face turns red when he emphasizes her lateness. While gathering a her dignity the conversation of course moves on. When the first opening to speak happens She opens her mouth to speak, and then shuts it when she realizes she wasn't quite sure of every detail when since she didn't arrive on time, and has to put together what she thinks was probably met. The second opening is when she finally speaks, "I believe it would be best if I joined the group heading to King's Landing. While I'm sure I'll be judged for taking up arms, I still think it would be a good idea to show them how one can be a Lady, even if she wields a blade when needed." She doesn't realize it before she finishes, but her recent bout of lateness doesn't speak well for her being that example.

Serernesto spiply nods to his lord when told. "Very well my lord i will not act until instructed." he said plainly not caring and having stirred up enough trouble to get out of the torney he was a little happier. "is there anything else you need of me"

As Gabriel left he noted the message and loved the idea of giving the boy a thrashing to take some of his frustration out. he knew he would be punished for how he had acted so having a punching bag on standby was a good thing.

In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg # 54):

Lord Perros, smiles "Yes Lady Fatimah you will show the north that our woman are just as dangerous as are men, and that House Ravenhowe and House Kolwyn, stand as one both in court and in the field. I'm glad you will be with us."

Lady Tansa slightly tilts head to one side looking at Lady Fatimah as if measuring her worth like a warrior on the battle field, except her field is this table. She says nothing just grins at her, she well knows her husband is not interested just being courteous, but she is known to remind women of this.

Lord Perros now sits, ....
"Their is one last important thing to discuss before we leave and ready the house. Lord Garin Kaldor has gone to The Reach to discuss a trade agreement with House Ashfield and their banner houses. I have agreed, ... as requested by the House Martells and ordered by our future King. We are to establish a trade route. I have position us to be key to this trade agreement. I am tired of being just short of the true Glory this house is entitled too. Unfortunately it means that we will be taking away from our fellow Dornish Lords - Garin will negotiate a route through the Pass and to our coast, House Steiner and House Chiffon are attempting to do the same. If Lord Garin is successful we will finalize this in Kings Landing. I'm sure they will not be happy with this and so we must think and be extra carful about how we handle our affairs with our Dornish Bothers in the next for months."

Bron walked into the courtyard, his meager possessions in a sack over his shoulder. He was glad he found better furs-the bear skin he had from the north was far too hot. He had exchanged it for a desert cat native to Dorne. Much easier to deal with due to the heat. It was one of the useful traits of Dorne. Nobody wore metal armor very long-they would just end up passing out.

That being said-cold was Bron's native environment. He had managed to move through the brutal north with little more than summer clothes. Yet his path had led him south-far, far south. From there-it had led him to cross Lady Ashara's path. Granted, he was basically one of the free folk-he had lived among them for a while. He had to leave them-those he hunted had left the north.

So, he was now working for House Kolwyn. Given what had happened with the Lady, he was certain to gain good work for fair money. Hells, he could have just worked in the stables and he had no doubt the Lord Kolwyn would overpay him a stablehand's wages. After all, Bron had saved the heir to the house not five years ago.

So-now he had come to get some steady coin for steady work. It seemed very little to ask for, and having the favor of a Noble House never hurt. As long as he did not abuse it.

However, that might be a problem. Even as he walked into the courtyard, he could see the effect he was having on people. Guards watched him-very carefully. Their hands drifted to their hilts. Women moved between him and their children, as if he would somehow lash out at them. The same children hid their faces in the mother's skirts.

And why? Bron had never been sure. Yes, he was strong and well built-but not overly tall. He was no romantic figure, but nor was he monstrous. Yet the fear he caused in almost everyone was telling. Truth be told, it came in handy when he needed people to get out of his way-or to get them to back down. Despite that-he could never make any sort of impression on anyone without fear.

Expect for a select few of course. The lady had been one of them. Bron supposed when you are a prisoner on a pirate vessel, anyone willing to help you becomes much more tolerable...
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In the courtyard Bron Snow, notices Ashara speaking with, - who Bron thinks is Jadis but his been some time.

There are several Knights and men getting ready in the courtyard as they prepare to leave the castle.

Jadis hugs her sister back tightly and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm going to miss you too, Ashara. And I'd have enjoyed shocking the uptight Lords of King's Landing."
"I'll do my best to stay out of trouble. Trouble's more fun when we get into it together." Jadis says and smiles mischievously, drawing an indulgent smile from her sister. "But no promises. I'm too crazy to go to King's Landing, remember?" she adds with a roll of her eyes. "Be careful in King's Landing. I can't let anything happen to you, you are much too fun to play pranks on" she finishes. Ashara giggles despite her crying and bids her sister farewell with a final hug, also giving Brutus a pat. "Oh Jadis, I don't know what I'll do without you."

Gabriel Laurent was one of these sundry knights - though his hands were idle, rather than fitting a saddle or packing a rucksack. He, like the other guards of House Kolwyn, seemed to make note of the Northman as soon as he stepped into the courtyard. Quietly, the Raindrop Knight's helm rose, peering in the newcomer's direction from where he stood opposite Ashara and Jadis. Far enough to give the two the privacy their bitter parting desired, to be sure. Still, he had noticed the Northerner's interest almost immediately... And his gaze did not long linger elsewhere before drifting back to Bron.

This warrior's hand made no move to his hilt, however. If he regarded Bron with concern for long it was lost just as quickly. Instead of standing on his toes, prickly with anticipation, the brigandine-armored man waved the Northerner over to where he stood.

Bron was about to head over to Ashara, when he noticed the heavily armored man standing nearby her. It seemed like her father decided protection was in order after the last near miss. His boar spear on his shoulder, and his bag now hanging from the spear, he walked over to the knight.

He raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "It seems sorta cruel they make you wear all that metal in this heat. That helmet must be the worst." He tried to sound causal, but he knew everyone took everything he said as dangerous and hostile. It did not matter what he said. Mere greetings where misread as some sort of passive-hostility. Only the Lady seemed immune...

(OOC-I have the threatening Drawback)

Lord Perros "I'm surprised, .... no witty remarks, no complaining, nothing to say at this table?"

Fatimah thinks carefully not wanting to sound foolish Everything seems to be going well, I have nothing to complain about. I do think that we shouldn't over estimate what a trade agreement will take away from the other people in Dorne. If we trade outside Dorne that means we can act as a middleman for them. That opens up new trade for everyone.

In reply to Fatimah Ravenhowe (msg # 63):

"Yes, Fatimah that is correct, if they accept the agreement it will allow Dorne merchants to bring their goods from anywhere in Donre to a point at the boarders of The Reach. At the boarders merchants form The Reach will finish the journey of the goods to their locations north, anything headed south will be in the hands of our Dorne brothers and traded by our own merchants south, this way they do not learn the Dornish countryside and the secrets of the 'Pass' but both sides benefit with gold and trade. Once the goods are in Dorne one major trade route will be east to our lands and to our coasts. Now our ships can continue the trade east of even along the coast north as far as we want to take them. We will leave the land based trade north to those in The Reach."