The Stormlands, ... the very name conjures images of its mystery and adventure for those that have traveled so far. Blackhaven is no little village. At the northern base of the Boneway its stronghold keeps the unwanted out.

It has rained for almost 5 days with little rest from the clouds above. At times the wind force would speed the rain, and it would hurt when it struck the face or exposed hand.

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Mardax Kaldor has spent these last 5 days pushing forward to Blackhaven. At times staying off the road to avoid men and even some travelers for the worry that they are still after him. He has been silent with no one to speak too and nothing to do but walk and remember the fire of the burn farm house. And awakening to his dear companion missing. Mardax is hungry and weak, Not so that he couldn't defend himself, but a hot whole meal instead of scraps left behind at an old camp would be so satisfying at the moment.

At the mid-way point to the crest of a rocky hill the smoke of chimneys can be seem. It's almost noon as the sun breaks though the clouds. The rain has stop, like a sign from the havens, below the hill is a pleasant sight, .... it is the grey, muddy, wet, Blackhaven. Mardax is almost relieved, .... BUT .... from behind the sound of horses and wagons approach.

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The caravan from the west, .... The houses of The Reach are almost at Blackhaven, and for the first time in almost 10 years, three forces that have been at one time or another at arms and against each other are coming together to meet as equals, and without sword in hand. The rain has stopped and ahead is a weather beaten, somewhat ragged man, perhaps a solider or scout, ...... as the caravan gets closer, he looks somewhat surprised and worried at the sight of the so many, .... its not fear but something else.

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Within Blackhaven, the Dorne houses are enjoying the 'Old Lords' hospitalities, ... a bit of a rude man he may be, but the rest don't seem so bad. The oddest thing is the Old Lord's son Haryl (the current true lord), his wife Deria and their family have yet to greet them and the Dorne men and ladies are watched closely .... One most wonder what this means.

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Several scouts ride in and announce that the families of The Reach will be at Blackhaven with-in the hour.
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  Rain, most times welcomed, for its benefit to the crops, refreshing rivers and streams, and making clean the air and land. But the very thought of the word brought a curse to the lips, of the second son, of House Ashfield. The Gods had pissed a cities population worth upon those that traveled this mud field, called a road, these many days. Only with the dawn, did the sky offer  a change for the better, with the sun making a brief appearance.

 Mathys, with his squire Leon, that trailed at his side, had taken up a position in the advance guard of the caravan. He was wet,chilled,saddle sore, and just  plain bored with the whole journey. But it was nothing that a  warm hearth, decent wine, and the arms of  a buxom serving girl, could not set to rights. Ser Mathys was speaking with his Squire, as he rode along the muddy road, with several Knights of Ashfield. " By the Seven, Leon, I could drink a tavern dry, and hump a Sand Viper whore, by now. It will be good to get to our destination." He chuckled and tapped spurs to his horse, to take it into a canter ahead of the others.

 When Ser Mathys saw the lone man standing in the road, Mathys took his measure, as concerned if he was armed, and with what, type of garb, and body language. Next his eyes darted around the area, seeking potential enemies, hidden or otherwise. He slowed the horse to  walk, and removed the leather loop from his longsword, but did not draw it, not yet. Leon had his shield, so his coat of arms was evident to the stranger. He did not address the man, as it was common for the low born to offer respects to their betters.
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The trip was a terrible that had dropped Edric's spirits to a low. He had left Blue Hall riding high in the saddle, clad in his new plate armor, but with the ran had come grim tidings and his sister had fallen ill. Edric arose in the morning and donned his armor, ready to make the final push to Blackhaven. Riding in the middle of the caravan with his sister, Edric spirits had begun to lift as the rain began to stop and the sun started poking out from the clouds. Hopefully at Blackhaven offered better opportunities and more sound advice then the road had.

Seeing Mathys speed a head of the group, Edric kicked his own horse to speed up so that he might catch up with him. Edric slowed his horse too as he approached Mathys and the traveler, but said nothing, letting Mathys take the lead on this.