The Lorrentine Ranges were well lit by the late-morning sun; a resplendent mix of gold and green grasses, and marbled white stones jutting out in outcrops unevenly around the banks of minor streams. Further off, some dusky clouds peppered the sky, but like as not they were destined for some foreign field.

Dressed for the ride, most of the ladies wore split-kirtle dresses, while men at arms wore coats of mail or boiled leather, and kept a respectful distance. Lord Lyman was dressed in a fine orange tunic and black hose, and invited the Lady Moirane to ride by his side for the first stint, for he was most concerned to hear further news of her husband’s illness. Their respective daughters, Iris and Yve rode a half-dozen paces behind, chatting gaily about the weather, their horses, and the promise of the following day’s upcoming nuptials. A smattering of lesser ladies rode further back; the daughters of lesser household knights and retainers.

[OOC -
Mandatory Test: Finding your place in Line – Status Breeding – DC 9 to Ride up Front with Lord Lyman and Lady Moirane, 6 to ride with the daughters in the middle, or 3 to ride with the lesser ladies. Take a -3 penalty if dressed in clothing not suited to your status. Failure on this check results in you being relegated to the next place in line with perhaps some minor embarrassment.

Then choose one priority in your interactions as the party makes the short ride to the hunting ground–
Make a good first impressionn – Persuasion – (Charm) or Deception - (Act) to try improving disposition with those around you.
Hear what’s on their mind – Awareness (Empathy) to learn something from someone in your position.
Begin something of Greater Import [Initiate a Standard Intrigue with someone in the same position, resolving only the first round]
A fourth Option cleared with the GM.]

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10:47, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 6 using 2d6 with rolls of 5,1.  Status (Breeding) vs 6 (Come on Alyssa!).

Alyssa watched for a few moments as the party formed up and prepared to ride out. She wouldn't dare venture too close to Lord Lyman and Lady Moirane - she knew her place after all - but she was determined to ride close to Lady Gwen to support her in her capacity as a friend as well as her handmaid. Besides, it might be a small Banner House but she was the daughter of a noble house regardless of where she was serving. It came down to a combination of her fine and well made riding garb, her aristocratic bearing and her calm confidence that she belonged there, but she was able to join Iris and Yve with barely a glance thrown her way.

At least before she began to sparkle. She didn't barge into the ladies' conversation, listening quietly for a few moments before adding a supportive quip to make Yves laugh. She did her best to make a good first impression, reminiscing with Yve about the Battle of Tumblestone where her brother and Yve's father fought alongside each other. Belatedly she introduced herself as Alyssa Knollwood, Ser Berion's eldest sister and turned the conversation back to Iris as she urged the other girl to share what she could (and what she would) about her brother's imminent wedding. Alyssa loved everything she heard, or at least that was the impression she gave.

11:03, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 15 using 6d6+2, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 4,1,2,4,3,2.  Persuasion (Charm) to Make a Good First Impression.

Jenny was wearing a riding dress in her House's red, and wore a veil over her hair to protect herself from the sun and a glove for hawking. She had a descent more glorious than any of the nobles her (in her opinion), but she wanted to be humble and decorous like a proper Westerosi girl and found her way gracefully alongside Alyssa and the daughters. She had come from the Isles almost ignorant of how to ride, but her lessons here had paid off. She giggled at Alyssa's jokes and briefly introduced herself. She chatted with the others, apparently idly but really trying to learn. Jenny often worried a little she was making mistakes or walking in to something she did not understand; she wanted to know what was what.


21:52, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 16 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 5,6,1,5.  Awareness (Empathy).
21:52, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 14 using 3d6 with rolls of 6,6,2.  Status 6.

As expected, Gwen moved further forward in line than her friends, though hoped their conversation would be fruitful. For her own part, Gwen tucked in with the high rankings members of the horse line and mostly listened while trying to tease out their concerns, mood, and near term plans.

OOC: Status 10 (vs 9) and Empathy 13.

Lady Iris Lychester smiled as the Blackfin handmaids joined her and Lady Yve, greeting them courteously and with some familiarity.

"It is lovely to see you, Alyssa, I do not believe you have met Lady Yve previously," she smiled a little condescendingly toward the Tullison daughter. "Yve was only just now remarking that she had presumed that Ser Berion was named for the place of his birth, or of some deed; a 'Ser Berion of the Knollwood' rather than of a landed gentlemanly bloodline."

Lady Yve Tullison blushed furiously at Iris's remark. "Maester Haelis says it is important that we know as much of Westerman and Stormlander houses as the Riverlands. He must have skipped one or two."

Iris leaned forward, almost conspirationally "it is a rare blessing of having a family member even more well known than the entirety of one's family line. Do you expect Ser Berion will perform well in the joust?"
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Alyssa smiled brightly at the courtesy and welcome, then nodded with sympathy at poor Lady Yve's predicament as they rode along. "I have not had that pleasure, no; I have been at my family's seat or at Blackfin Den for most of my life. Maester Haelis sounds wise, and maybe a little certain of himself," she quipped as she constructed a verbal defense with a mischievous smile. "Perhaps an older man? I don't know if you two have noticed the same, but I often find older folk are the ones prone to talk down to young ladies even if they're overlooking small details at the same time. Small details like new houses a mere three generations old," she laughed disarmingly.

It was partly owning to her House's recent heritage as a strength rather than a weakness to uncover, and partly pinning Yve Tullison's embarrassing little oversight on the Maester instead. If there was one thing that could unite all young nobility across the Seven Kingdoms it was laughing frustration at the older folk who talked down to them in the name of training them. Or maybe that was just Alyssa.

"But yes, my dear brother is a shining example of our House - I am very proud of him when he does not make me want to pull his hair out. He is a deadly hand at the tilt, and better still with the sword. There are other puissant knights here and I do not know whether he will win the day, but he will surely take many ransoms."

"Still my ladies..." and here she smiled again as a ripple of laughter entered her voice. "In all the songs and stories I have heard, knights perform at their best in tourneys when they bear the favour of a noble lady and fight in her honour. Who do you both favour in this tourney? Dare he hope that either of you will smile on his tilts, or do you have your own champions to favour?"

She'd done enough talking for now. If either of them seemed interested in bestowing their favours on him, she might hint as much to her brother when she saw him next, but they surely knew more knights who were jousting than she did. She would welcome their views on things, and be clear that she was listening with interest.

Lady Iris laughed gaily "Why my father would be positively incensed at the notion of a Silversmith's grandson bearing my favour," Lady Iris whispered breathily, "which is perhaps all the more reason to entertain the notion."


She smiled, with a slight arrogance "Ser Gareth has already asked me of course," she mentioned, "and he is a handsome one, but a bastard would not do at all. Perhaps for you, Alyssa, as you need not hold such restraint. He is to be father's champion after all, so he should have some chance at victory."

"There will be knights from House Erenford and House Haigh as well, and Mistwood and Ravensong, who might ask for my favour," she considered, "But Ser Walton Banemark is more handsome than each, and rumoured to possess a straighter lance,"

"Father does not speak well of Lord Banemark," Lady Yve replied, almost apologetically. She had nodded in thanks for Alyssa's kind words regarding Maester Haelis.

"Lord Banemark is an old vulture, with one puckered wing in his grave," Lady Iris laughed, but his son is another bird altogether, and one I would not mind at all for him to come to rest on my mantle," she laughed again.
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The Falconry part Two

Lord Lyman spoke politely to Lady Moirane of her husband’s interest, but it seemed clear enough that his interest was dry, clinical, and political.

For her part Moirane seemed to be putting a brave face on things, “My husband has long been grappling with injuries from the invasion of that foolish princeling; it may simply be that this sickness is simply the final straw.”
“If that is so, then it shall be a warrior’s end, delayed, but a warrior’s end nonetheless,” Lord Lyman reassured, though his voice was quite dispassionate, “And your son Dunstan seems fit and ready to take up the family mantle if the worst should happen, though naturally Lord Donbar shall be in my prayers.”
“Dunstan’s training is far from over and he shall listen well to my counsel for years to come, but yes, my husband’s resilience and perseverance have spared us uncertainty and chaos,” Moirane agreed.


When the party arrived at the falconry range, a group of servants were quick to arrange a roofed but open pavilion that would guard against rain, but also provide clear view of the range in front of them. Several miles of open fields stretched forth, interrupted by a low creek and several large boulders.

As the birds were brought forth, Lord Lyman’s manner improved greatly. He spoke at length about the proper care for the birds, giving instruction for those game enough to attempt to handle them; how it was important to keep the blinders on until the prey were spotted, and how to ensure that one was not shredded to ribbons despite the protective bracer provided. Only a polite cough from Lady Iris brought him back to his senses, as he asked which of the Ladies would care to try their hand at the sport. It was not an idle affair, for the meat would likely be served to Lord Lyman’s guests on the morrow. Lady Iris and Yve both indicated that they would participate, as would a handful of lesser ladies, while Lady Moirane indicated that she would prefer to watch and provide “hearty moral support for my daughter.”

Participate in the Falconry
Characters may choose to participate in the falconry or not, as they prefer. To fail all tests might result in minor embarrassment, while to succeed in all might bring some small acclaim with those present.
-Cunning (Memory) to follow instruction. DC 6. Each degree of success grants a +1B that can be allocated to any of the following three checks.
- Animal Handling [Charm] and
- Survival [Hunt]
to demonstrate your own prowess in the management of the falcons  - DC 6 on each
- Status [Breeding] to do so in a manner comporting with the expectations of a fine lady - DC 6

Additionally
Beyond this, each character can prioritise one of the following, or another option discussed with the GM.
Awareness [Notice] to overhear whispered details.
Awareness [Empathy] to read the disposition of a character toward a particular character or proposition [which might need to be raised with them].
Persuasion [Taunt] to engage in playful but courteous teasing over the progression of the falconry.
Or begin a matter of Greater Import [Begin a Standard Intrigue with a present character].
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Jenny looked every so slightly disquieted when Alyssa noted that older folks tend to talk down to young ladies. Shouldn't they? Had she got something wrong about Westerosi society? But it is a minor moment and it passed quickly. "Ser Berion is indeed a fine knight, with as good a chance to win as any" she said supportively."Will your brother be riding, Lady Yve?" She nodded in agreement with Alyssa when Alyssa said that knights did better with a lady's favor. The discussion of favors quickened her heart; Jenny dreamed of a knight asking for her favor, and lived in fear that no one would. "I'm sure many of the knights are handsome but Ser Walton was very striking" she agreed with a blush.
"Luckily, it's not old vultures we have to worry about today" she said with a smile, and turned her attention to the falconry. She rode towards Lyman and said deferentially "I would like to try please, Lord Lyman." They did not hunt with falcons in the Isles; all the more reason Jenny would be proud of her ability to do so, if she could do it well. She took to the task with energy and eagerness.

46, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 7 using 3d6 with rolls of 1,4,2.  Cunning.
One degree of success, the bonus die added to the survival roll.
15:54, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 8 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,4,1.  Animal Handle.
15:54, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 10 using 3d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,4,4.  Survival.
15:54, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 7 using 3d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 1,1,6.  Breeding.

Still making up my mind about the last roll

Alyssa smiled at dear Jenny's remarks, listening to Lord Lyman's instructions and half-watching as she went over to take her turn with the birds.

"If you think so Lady Iris," she mused consideringly. "I have not had the pleasure of meeting Ser Gareth, although he is handsome and I hear tales of his skill ahorse. If he has already asked you but you do not feel able to favour him, perhaps you would introduce us? I will do what I can to give him some chance at the laurels," she laughed gaily. It was a grand thing, this game of ladies and knights and pageantry was it not?

"And Lord Lyman may rage if you grant my brother your favor Lady Iris - but Lady Yve's own father could scarce object to something so harmless when 'tis he himself that deemed him both ready and worthy to be a knight after they fought together." She let that hang for a moment, then changed the subject back to their host's daughter although she considered any telltale signs from Yve as they spoke.

"In truth Lady Iris, this is my first Tourney. How does one go about soliciting the request for a favour from a knight when you will it? Can you coax Ser Walton to step up to the mark, or does it fall to the Maiden's whim?"

She applauded both Ladies Iris and Yve when they took their turns at Falconry, and Jenny as well as her friend showed commendable form and her bird took a rabbit stirred out from the brush. Glancing at Lady Gwen and seeing no sign of dissent, she rode forward next and accepted a trim little merlin from the Lychester Falconer and tried to remember everything Lord Lyman had said.

She stayed calm with the bird perching on her wrist and watched for the telltale sign of movement ahead of the beaters, but when it arrived the moment came in a flash. It began well; Alyssa raised her wrist sharply and launched her borrowed merlin into the sky where it arced across the range. Perhaps she had judged her moment awry or perhaps the bird simply missed its stoop, but it rose again without its quarry. The young handmaid raised her wrist for it to return to her, but instead it flapped irritably around her head - dipping and rising, refusing to settle until at last the Falconer retrieved it instead while Alyssa retired breathless with laughter and a light pink in her cheeks.

"It seems I have not the calm temperament for Falconry," she confided to her more successful riding companions. "I have so much to learn from you all."


10:47, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 12 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 1,3,4,5.  Awareness (Empathy) to read Yve's interest (if any) towards Berion.
10:44, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 5 using 3d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 3,2,1.  Status (Breeding) v 6 (1B from Cunning).
10:44, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 5 using 2d6 with rolls of 3,2.  Survival (Hunt) v 6.
10:43, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 12 using 3d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 4,6,6.  Animal Handling vs 6 (1B from Cunning).
10:35, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 15 using 4d6 with rolls of 4,4,3,4.  Cunning to Follow Instructions.

The discussion of ill Lords caused Gwen to take a moment to quietly reflect on her own situation. Her father had been her only parent for as long as she could remember, and now seemed on the precipice of leaving her alone. Even though it was uncomfortable for her to consider her own situation during this time, she provided the others a glimpse into her thoughts. "It is difficult to see those we love slowly fade from what they once were. I'm certain Lord Dunstan will learn to care for the House with your guidance, Lady Moirane."

As they moved to the falconry, Gwen indicated her willingness to participate without any hesitation. "I shall join as well, thank you."

She listened carefully to the instructions provided by Lord Lyman and, like with so many things in her life, she was a quick study. No detail was to small for her to note and recall, and the Blackfin heiress smoothly launched predator toward prey at what seemed like an appropriate time to her. She suppressed the desire to squeal with joy at even the hint of success, opting instead for an enigmatic smile at the conclusion of her turn.

As the others spoke, she appeared to use the pockets of silence to hear what some of the others were quietly mentioning to each other.

OOC: 18 Memory (3 degrees of success)
9 Animal Handling
8 Hunting
13 Breeding (2 degress of success)
11 Notice

20:47, Today: Gwendolyn Blackfin rolled 11 using 4d6 with rolls of 1,4,4,2.  Notice.

20:46, Today: Gwendolyn Blackfin rolled 13 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 5,1,5,3.  Breeding.

20:46, Today: Gwendolyn Blackfin rolled 8 using 3d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 1,6,2.  Survival.

20:45, Today: Gwendolyn Blackfin rolled 9 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 2,5,2,2.  Animal Handling.

20:39, Today: Gwendolyn Blackfin rolled 18 using 4d6 with rolls of 6,4,2,6.  Memory.

Jenny giggled. "Good enthusiasm, Lady Alyssa, but I think you may have misunderstood the object of falconry" she teased gently. "You'll need a more successful champion in the tournament than your feathery servant here."

"That was very impressive, my Lady" Jenny said deferentially to Gwendolyn

21:28, Today: Jenny Goodbrother rolled 17 using 4d6, rerolling ones with rolls of 5,4,4,4.  Persuasion.

Iris had a practiced hand, and a bird which responded well to her confidence, swooping low and catching its prey by surprise. She laughed at Jenny’s jest, a twinkle of merriment in her eye.

Lady Yve proved less confident with the falcon, but handled the beast capably; after two attempts she brought down minor quarry of her own, and gave a shy smile at her success. Hearing Alyssa’s question, Yve seemed a little discomfited, and paused a long moment before replying.

Iris spoke up on Yve’s behalf. “I’m sure Ser Berion is a stalwart knight, and House Tullison is glad for his gallantry, and Lord Lothar’s decision to see him knighted.” She replied, “but with Lord Donbar so sick, Yve will need to listen to her Lady mother’s guidance very closely, for such acts will take on a greater significance than if Lord Donbar were present, hale, and hearty.

She softened as Alyssa professed ignorance, “such things can be handled in more than one way, and knowing something of the man should prove a guide. A man might balk at too obvious an approach, or hesitate for want of some clear signal, or gods forbid, an invitation,” she blanched. “My Walton shall require no more than a gentle reminder of my presence and eligibility and he shall no doubt hurry forth.” She re-hooded the bird with ease, cooing to it softly as it settled, “Ser Gareth might need some slight encouragement in your case, simply because you are strangers,” she paused a moment, considering, before a smile blossomed on her face, “and with my help you will be strangers no more of course, for I shall introduce you at the welcoming feast, and you shall indicate how terribly impressed you are with him.”
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The Falconry proved to be a great success, owing in large part to the prior training of Lord Lyman’s birds of prey, who pursued their prey with little prompting and a lethal finality. He nodded in appreciation as Lady Gwendolyn and two of her handmaids tried their hands with the beasts, and smiled as each showed some understanding of his advice. He frowned as Alyssa’s bird misbehaved, and with a wave one of his retainers had the beast hooded and quieted once more.

“Most astute Lady Gwendolyn, I feared I had described the proper sheathing of a riled bird only vaguely,” he congratulated her, “And yet you make the whole affair seem as decorous as a stately procession. I would speak with you on a matter of shared interest on our return journey,” he remarked cryptically.

As Lady Iris’s senior lady-in-waiting, Lady Aliana Darry, took her own turn with a falcon, Gwendolyn heard a giggle from two of the junior handmaids, as one remarked that Lady Aliana was likely having more success that her young son Daveth, who was attending Ser Adham in the hunt, and was more comfortable with books than bows, and quills than swords.

After some time, the sky became increasingly overcast, and Lord Lyman indicated that it was best that the party gather themselves, and return victoriously to the main camp, with a dozen rabbits, and the same number of geese and fowl for their efforts.

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[All Present PC's gain 4 XP, with 1 point of influence awarded to House Blackfin for the performance of their Ladies in the event. Each player has also positively impacted existing dispositions, although this is not necessarily reported unless those dispositions are read. If a PC has taken an awareness action and not received a private reply, please let the GM know]

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Gwen nodded once at the compliment from the head of House Lychester. "Thank you, Lord Lyman." She gestured generally toward those that were part of her traveling party. "And I'd like to again express my appreciation for including us. We are not trained handlers of birds of prey, and yet you have made this a most enjoyable and educational experience."

She offered the slightest of smiles in answer to his suggestion they speak further. "I will be happy to do so." If nothing else, it would make the return trip interesting.

Alyssa was well out of the discussion between Lady Gwendolyn and Lord Lyman, yet had she heard it she'd not have disagree in the least. Despite her imperfect showing she felt she'd learned a lot and she had enjoyed herself doing it without disgracing herself too badly. She had so few chances to visit the green places as a Lady, and she laughed at Jenny's sally and turned up the charm.

"I do indeed! Thankfully it's not down to me to fight in it, and dear Lady Iris has promised to introduce me to a likely champion and a charming one. I will be happy to grant my favour whatever the accidents of his birth," she said whimsically, "but I will depend on you both for the introduction as well as anything you can tell me of his history. I understand what you say, I cannot simply tell him I admire his form, and he will never believe me a student of the blade. Why might I have heard of him, be impressed with him, had I been fortunate enough to do so?"

She gave Lady Yve a sympathetic smile as Iris described her plight. She knew what it was to lose a father, although she hoped that would not be something Yve had to wrestle with for many years. "Then I hope your lady mother will guide you toward someone gallant and charming, as well as sufficient significance to please your parents. Someone who understands you at least well enough to give you pleasant conversation ere he tilts for the laurels."

Dark eyes turn to her fellow handmaid and begin to dance. "And where - and whom - do you favour, sweet Jenny?"

Passing the ball of conversation easily around the group. Tis all in fun, no?

09:06, Today: Alyssa Knollwood rolled 23 using 6d6+2, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 3,4,6,1,6,5.  Persuasion (Charm). (To improve attitude)

Jenny was very happy after her success at the falconry. "Well done!" she complimented Lady Yve, hoping to encourage the shy young woman.

"Have you been to many tournaments, Lady Iris? Who do you think will win?" she asked.

"A good plan is coming together, Lady Alyssa" she said encouragingly. "Although perhaps the men are making plans of their own. What do they talk about on those hunts, without any ladies present, I wonder?" she added with a smile.

Jenny blushed at Alyssa's question. "Many of the knights are not here yet. It would be premature for me to make up my mind" she said shyly. Actually, that was an excuse. She was not so confident with this matters as Alyssa was.

His mood somewhat buoyed by the succesful falconry, Lord Lyman was a little more animated on the return journey. Lady Moirane rode with them again, though she seemed content to give Lyman free reign to air his concern. They seemed content in one another's company, and in Gwendolyn's, such that even if they might not be considered formal allies, there existed an element of trust and familiarity.

"Riverthorn has lived up to it's name these last few years, I'm sure you'll agree Lady Gwendolyn. The lands were once mine, held on my behalf by a vassal, and on behalf of my father, father's father, and so on." He remarked, a little morosely, acknowledging that he had lost what his ancestors had held close for hundreds of years before House Blackfin was even founded "The lawlessness of the region and the emptiness of its lands are a sore reminder of shared tragedies and loss. It is my intention to broach the issue with Ser Jasper when he arrives this evening, so that old wounds might begin to heal."

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Lyman begins a Standard Intrigue with Lady Gwendolyn;
His Initative is 21
His Disposition toward Gwendolyn is Amiable [DR 3, Persuasion+1];
His Intrigue Defence is unrevealed.
He seeks a service relating to Riverthorn.
His first action is Shield of Reputation, to increase Lady Gwendolyn's disposition for the purpose of this intrigue [and is successful].

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Iris seemed to sit higher in her saddle as Alyssa once again came to her for advice. She pressed as the group began their ride back to the Lychester camp. "Well he is Ser Lyonel's natural son of course," Iris commented, "though one would not raise that in the wrong context. Nor discuss his stepmother the Lady Aliana or stepbrother, young Daveth," she blanched again, "One ought best keep things light. He was elevated to the status of champion by my Lord father for teaching some sellswords sense and propriety in how they spoke of House Lychester a moon ago. Asking a man to recount his own heroics is one of the safer and surer roads to their acquaintance." She nodded firmly, as though having convinced herself on the matter.

Iris nodded at Jenny's remark, before replying with a smile "Men make their own plans, 'tis true, but women make men, so 'tis only right that we make their plans for them, and convince them that they are their own. To wait and see has a wisdom of its own. It has been winter after all, and in two years silly boys grow to handsome men, and handsome men go to grey," she finished flippantly.

Gwen listened carefully as Lord Lyman spoke of Riverthorne, nodding at the appropriate spots. The euphoria of success and apparent friendship that was being cultivated meant her guard was down a bit. The entrance of Ser Jasper into the conversation gave her a thread to tug a little. "And how do you expect Ser Jasper will react?"

While she might be stepping into exactly the reason Lord Lyman had started this line of conversation, that didn't really bother Gwen. Becoming entangled in the business of others was sometimes messy, but if navigated correctly could lead to results beneficial to both sides.

OOC: I had to do some reading, hopefully I have a reasonable degree of understanding concerning how this should work.

Gwen would have started with the same Amiable Disposition, but I think as his action is successful, she becomes Friendly.

I'm quite sure rolling initiative is pointless, so I won't bother.

I plan to have Gwen attempt to use the result of this Intrigue to bargain for...something. I have no idea what yet.

As there isn't any substance to my post above, I haven't made any sort of roll yet.

Lyman seemed to consider the question thoughtfully, as he had dealt with Ser Jasper in negotiating his son's marriage. “Ser Jasper is canny enough that he will do what is for the good of the realm while also finding a way to make it for his own good as well. If he can be convinced that allowing the resettlement of the land would not lead to another outbreak of plague, then he would likely recommend the notion to the king, while also taking some manner of credit for the stability this would provide.”

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I've made a roll on behalf of Gwen. Page 66 describes that when intriguing against a status 4+ character you can make a breeding check against their Intrigue Defence. "Gwen's" roll of 10 had a single degree of success, indicating that Lyman's Intrigue Defence is 10.

This gives Gwen a 1B "pool" that she can allocate to a single persuasion test during the intrigue.

Lyman doesn't get to make this test, as Gwen's status is too low.

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Alyssa saw Iris turn to Jenny, and took advantage of the opening. She flashed a quick grin at them both, and drew her mount closer to where Yve rode. "And how are you faring, Lady Yve? I'm sorry for speaking so freely before, I did not mean to make you uncomfortable." She seemed concerned at the quieter lady's retreat - was it linked to her hints about Ser Berion? And she dearly wished to befriend her.

"I was impressed by your skill and your persistence with the falconry. I've never been fortunate enough to practice the art - sadly our falconer died in the plague before I was old enough, and we were forced to let the birds go. Mayhap some day soon," she considered aloud.

"Do you travel often?"

Yve smiled as a slight hue suffused her cheeks, "Your concern is heartening Alyssa, but do not worry for my sake. I do look forward to the joust and the feasting but I am not used to discussing such matters among other ladies. I am sorry for your family's loss; I know the plague was felt harshly in these lands, and that many suffered so that we farther afield might live free of it."

She reflected on Alyssa's question about travel, clearly more comfortable with such matters that the gossip than Iris so clearly thrived on. "The winter is not gentle in the Pendric Hills, and father does not like us far abroad in such times." Her face brightened as she turned her mind back to happier times, "Three years ago we travelled abroad in the Riverlands, visiting Fairmarket and Stoney Sept. The year before that our family travelled all the way to Lannisport and Casterly Rock so that father could speak with the nobles and merchants there about returning to proper terms of trade following the Westerland Invasion." She spoke of such matters with some familiarity, perhaps more than was common for a noble lady of fifteen short years.

"King Arrec may be the strongest king in all of Westeros, but Lannisport sticks in my memory like a jewel. The rarest of essosi goods are easier to find there than here, though they are on the wrong side of the continent. The beauty of the cloth, and spices; the craftmanship of their jewellery." her left hand absentmindedly stroked an elegant piece of silverwork adorning her hair. "Stoney Sept may be where all the Septons gather in the Riverlands to speak of important things, but I think more business is done on one street of Lannisport than throughout the Trident entirely."
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Alyssa nodded soberly at Yve's first words. Although she'd only been a child when the plague had blighted her family and her House she could remember the arguments around Lord Amos' response to the sickness, the urgent messages from a younger Lord Thaddeus and their uncle. Mother and Father arguing over the proper duty of a nobleman. And then the dying. The endless dying and the fear that lived in the hearts of those who remained.

But she lived with that, and the memory no longer blighted her moods for long. Not least with tales of travel and adventure, or at least Alyssa's kind of adventure. She smiled at the well-travelled young lady.

"You're so fortunate! I should like to travel some day, as you have. I suppose the stories are true, that the Westerlands are made on gold - and that mined from the ground isn't always the most plentiful. The Stormlands and Riverlands are closer to Essos though; maybe some Lord will found a port on the eastern coast at Maidenpool or Duskendale someday. Or the Kings of Mountain and Vale may forge a better road through the mountains, and save the Essosi the voyage around Dorne?"

She was unfamiliar with the costs of such an endeavour, but surely if it was as simple as it seemed then some Lord would have done it already - right?

She openly admired the elegant silverwork in Yve's hair, reaching out part-way with one hand before remembering herself and returning it to her reins. "Your jewellery is most lovely," she commented - then grinned. "Perhaps I can persuade my dear brother to purchase a similar work for me, or to take me with him to the Westerlands when he next has cause to travel." Though Ser Berion wasn't always open in his views on the fair-haired men of the Westerlands; perhaps being forged through the slaying of so many of them had its effect on his manner there.

"Or cloth at least... I take pleasure in sewing when I have fine cloth to work with, although the merchants that make the journey to Blackfin Den will insist on charging a premium for their best-dyed linens. No doubt you see travelling merchants visit Joston's Rock at every quarter-turn of the year, twice as often in Spring and Summer," she envied her teasingly. "It may be ill-done in the Maiden's eyes, but I wish I had seen half so many places as you. But enough of that," she paused to give Yve an understanding look with a touch of hope. "I was sorry to hear that your father is not well; a passing sickness I trust, best cured by rest at home while he waits to hear all the best stories of the tournament?"

She willed that to be true. It wasn't so many years before that she had lost her own father, and she remembered the pain too clearly to wish it on anyone else - least of all a contained, intelligent and well-travelled young lady she found she very much liked.

She liked Lady Iris as well of course, but she could be a little intimidating at times.

Jenny smiled and giggled. "It’s true, there’s nothing men like to talk about more than their own heroics, except perhaps the beauty of their ladies. They’ll be back from the hunt with tales of how each slew a boar, no, two each”
“You're too kind, Lady Iris” she said pleasantly. “I suppose I can’t wait too long, or the best knights will be taken. What would you favor, looks, or skill at the lists?” she asked curiously.
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Gwen nodded at the response from Lord Lyman. "Do you think it only credit he seeks, Lord Lyman? Or is he looking to re-seat House Paege? There may be something to be gained for both of you in that circumstance."

She raised an eyebrow. "As for the plague, it's been, what, five or six years since the last recorded incidence of such? That said, it seems caution is still warranted - none of us are particularly keen on dealing with plague again."
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Lyman nodded thoughtfully at Gwendolyn's question, impressed at the breadth of her knowledge "Many consider House Paege to be functionally extinct as its last scion, the girl Saerai Page is a ward in Fairmarket, and daughters seldom inherit knightly titles," he gave no clear indication of whether he considered or preferred such an extinction in this case.

"So long as the lands are managed well, by someone I can rely upon, and remain sworn to House Lychester, I will see if common ground can be found with Ser Wylde," he indicated.

House Blackfin's word in this matter would carry weight; as your father and I are those most impacted by the current state of affairs. Beyond that, the Most Devout could confirm for the king that all human remains have been seen to, and no plague lurks under overturned stones. I ask only that you share with Ser Jasper what you know to be true; at present the lands are a haven for criminals, and plague has not been reported for more than five years. Lyman's tone carried a gravelly inevitability to it, as if what he asked was simply the way things ought reasonably to proceed.

Lyman continue a Standard Intrigue with Lady Gwendolyn;
His Initative is 21
His Disposition toward Gwendolyn is Amiable [DR 3, Persuasion+1];
His Intrigue Defence is 10
His Composure is 12/12
He seeks a service relating to Riverthorn: the testimony of Lady Gwendolyn to Ser Jasper that Riverthorn is ready to be resettled.
His second action is to use convince to influence Lady Gwendolyn to grant him this service.
Lord Lyman Lychester rolled 15 using 4d6+1, achieving 1 degree of success, dealing 4-2=2 Influence to Lady Gwendolyn.

Gwen smiled thinly at Lynan’s response. ”Seldom is not never, Lord Lyman. And I’m sure you can understand why I might have personal bias toward the heiress rather than any other disposition of those lands. However, personal bias aside - it would be beneficial for everyone if a competent steward is in control of Riverthorne. If Serai Page is not currently capable of acting in this capacity, then perhaps I can help with the organization and planning until she either proves herself worthy or is eventually deemed unfit. “

She chose to pause for a moment rather than continuing to the obvious next step of discussing what Gwen might like in exchange for such service. Best to continue to gather a bit more information before deciding what that might be.

So I rolled a 15 for Awareness to attempt to read the target. I think that is 2 degrees of success, but I’m not sure if extra degrees mean anything here.

Lord Lyman frowned in response, though his voice remained relatively monotonous.

"I agree that young Lady Page will require guidance and support if she is to helm these lands, but you are the heir of Blackfin Den," Lyman pointed out, "and I would not wish to confuse folk who were not clear on where Riverthorn was sworn by asking you to offer your services as a castellan or regent of those lands."

He considered his next words carefully, perhaps wishing to avoid insult, "The Faith, the King, and Ser Jasper will each expect a strong and capable hand in Riverthorn. If that is eventually to be Lady Page, then they would expect a strong and capable husband by her side, to guide and protect her, and to offer sons to eventually bear the title of Ser Paege of Riverthorn, in service to my son and his heirs."

Read Disposition is succesful, granting +1D on attempts to influence, and the following insight: Lord Lyman is willing to make concessions to  House Blackfin for this service, but is resistant to the idea of any kind of stewardship of the land by the head, vassal, or heir of another house, which would give him a +6 Intrigue Defence against any kind of persuasion in that direction.
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Yve smiled demurely at Alyssa's conversation, "If you are to visit the Westerlands then you must of course visit us at Joston's Rock," she frowned, quizzically, "though are you positively sure Lord Thaddeus could do without his bannerman for so long? Father often says that House Bracken and Blackwood oft celebrate a new spring with the renewal of old grudges." She finished, before giving an apologetic shrug.

Gwen arched an eyebrow at what was clearly a drawn line. Interestingly enough, she hadn't actually wanted to cross it. "Oh, I wasn't considering anything so formal, time-consuming, or invasive as being a castellan or regent. Rather I thought it might be helpful to provide mentorship, counsel, and education to help her be an asset to you and Riverthorne. But I understand if you would like me at more of a distance." She gestured generally over her shoulder. "However, I think having a strong woman of some stature help with that sort of growth will be beneficial for us all. Lady Jenny might be an ideal fit. Her sworn allegiances would be unlikely to cause any of the confusion you wish to avoid."

Gwen smiled again. "As for a strong and capable hand in Riverthorne, my cousin Bryn might be exactly the sort of man that would provide appropriate leadership in Riverthorne. He generally makes excellent decisions after careful consideration. He would be a stalwart ally for you once he swears his allegiance to your house."

OOC: 19 for either Bargain or Convince (this seems likely to fall into either category)

09:59, Today: Gwendolyn Blackfin rolled 19 using 6d6+3, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 1,3,4,3,1,5.  Bargain/Convince.

In reply to Yve Tullison (msg # 30):

Alyssa shrugged easily with one shoulder, moving fluidly with her mount as they rode.

"That would be a matter for Lord Thaddeus and Lords Bracken and Blackwood - yet whatever they decide and whatever sparks fly when their tempers flare, any war must pass and we will be able to visit in peace and goodwill."

That seemed to settle the matter for her, and she slipped into friendly smalltalk with Yve, Iris and Jenny as the ride continued.

OOC: I don't have any further business for Alyssa at the moment, so just coming along with the ride and chatting unless things change.

Iris considered Jenny's question thoughtfully, "When a knight prepares for battle, he takes his dirk, his sword, and his lance, knowing that while he might prefer one over the other, each has their proper place and time. So it is with suitors," she opined.

"Some men are more than one thing; my Walton  is one such, and so I need profess no preference for his strong arms, his chiselled jaw, his piercing eyes, his reputable name, his courtly manners, or his skill in the joust," she explained. "There will be many and more men seeking your favour Jenny, I am sure; you are an exotic bird from a distant land, even if your nest is nearby. You must simply decide whether, at the present time,  you are most in need of lance or sword. Or dirk." she smiled sweetly. "And make your choice appropriately.

Riding alongside, Lady Yve paused her own conversation long enough to hear Iris's words, and blushed.

Iris continued "If, gods forbid, lightning struck my dear Walton, I would at least make sure my favour went to a man who knew how to dance," she finally conceded, "for what is life without a little flair?'

Lyman, unhooked a waterskin from his saddle, and took a long draught, perhaps buying himself time to consider the proposal.

"Female companionship for the young Lady Saraei would be welcome, I am sure; and how House Blackfin chooses to care for its wards is really none of my concern," he noted.

"This match you suggest intrigues me. This would be the son of your uncle Brynden, and the Lady Jirelle Mooton? Ser Jasper could hardly object to the bloodline of the match for Saraei; the King's own brother is married into House Mooton as well; and Ser Jasper would be most careful to avoid any implied insult to the royal family by refusing." Lord Lyman nodded, clearly impressed by the suggestion

He considered his own stake in the matter "I take your assessment that the boy has wits at face value, but he is untried and untested. In commending the match, I would be taking a risk, one that would benefit House Blackfin more than House Lychester, as your cousin would become Lord-Protector of House Page.. In contrast, by commending the resettlement of Riverthorn, you would be helping both Blackfin and Lychester end the lawlessness that plagues our shared border." he observed. "I think perhaps some later favour might be owed House Lychester in exchange."


Round 3: Lyman continues a Standard Intrigue with Lady Gwendolyn;
His Initative is 21
His Disposition toward Gwendolyn is Amiable [DR 3, Persuasion+1];
His Intrigue Defence is 10
His Composure is 9/12
He seeks a service relating to Riverthorn: the testimony of Lady Gwendolyn to Ser Jasper that Riverthorn is ready to be resettled. OR, a sweeter offer than the one currently offered in exchange.
His third action is to use convince to influence Lady Gwendolyn to grant him this service.
Lord Lyman Lychester rolled 18 [rolled 20 with the wrong modifier] inflicting 2 degrees of success for 8-2=6 damage, leaving Lady Gwen on 1/9 Composure
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Gwen nodded along with the points made by Lord Lyman, and didn’t need the delay of reaching for water to consider her counterpoints. ”My cousin is certainly proven in terms of his intellect. And the stewardship of a house like Paege is an activity I am certain he will perform quite well. However, he will not ride out into the midst of a sea of bandits and defeat them single-handed. While establishing this new order, or, really, any order at all on those lands, Bryn will need some arms and men from our two houses.”

Gwen paused briefly to allow her initial response to sink in a little. ”Once the Paeges are settled, you will then have another strong banner at your disposal. My cousin will be sworn to you and your family in perpetuity, as will be his children and theirs. So yes, Blackfin Den will have some influence in Riverthorn in the short term. But given that it is the source of banditry plaguing Blackfin lands, that seems only fair, doesn’t it Lord Lychester?” The light, conversational tone was gone as Gwen was now at the negotiating table. Lyman would understand that even friends needed to conduct business properly where the future of their families are concerned.

24 Bargain, which I believe ends the intrigue in Gwen’s favor.

She is offering her cousin as Lord-Protector, favorable recommendation to Jasper, and initial military assistance. She expects Lychester to agree to the match and recommend it to Jasper. She expects Lychester to also provide men and arms while Paege is being re-established.
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Lyman's eyebrows rose at the mention of the provision of men-at arms, "You make a fair point, Lady Gwendolyn, House Paege's re-emergence is to our shared benefit, but as they are my vassal, it is perhaps right that I take on some extra burden in promoting the match with young Bryn."

"Even if successful, it may take some time to arrange; Ser Jasper's commendation to the king; the process of the crown making a decision, and a reply that is communicated to us. I will commend the land for reclamation, and your cousin for the Lady Saraei's hand. Following the wedding I will begin making preparations by ensuring that the faith are able to provide a clean bill of health for the lands, that some of my folk are prepared to move to the settled lands, and that Ser Lyonel is prepared to lead my forces in reclaiming the territory."

Still mounted, he extended one hand toward Lady Gwen, in a somewhat formal, if masculine, gesture of shared agreement.

[Lyman agrees to the terms. As the victory was achieved with Bargain, there is an expectation that he will continue living up to this agreement unless it is renegotiated, or House Blackfin reneges. Failure to do so would respect poorly on him.]

Gwen nodded once at Lord Lyman's acceptance. She had now committed some of her house's assets to this course, though it certainly seemed like it would provide long term benefit in many ways. The Blackfin heiress didn't hesitate to reach out and grasp Lord Lyman's hand, even if it seemed an odd gesture to her. "I look forward to working with you on this shared venture, Lord Lyman. And for my part will recommend resettlement to Ser Jasper contingent on approval from the Faith. Blackfin will also support Ser Lyonel and your forces as they eliminate the criminals in Riverthorn. I expect the time it takes to receive the appropriate approvals will be helpful for planning and organization of the reclamation campaign."

Jenny smiled at Iris' words, heartened by her belief that Jenny would have many people seeking her favor. "I can only hope I can make as good a choice as yours, Lady Iris. I think... I should very much like to be queen of Love and Beauty. Unless someone sweeps me off my feet."

"Ladies, would you mind if I sang for us to liven the journey?" Jenny asked. She was very proud of her singing voice.

Lady Moirane had dropped back half a length from Lady Gwendolyn and Lord Lyman, perhaps rather bored of their discussion, “Please do, Lady Jenny, for though I enjoyed the sight of the falcons in flight, I am not one who enjoys a journey ahorse for its own sake."

The ride back to the Lychester camp was not a particularly long or laborious one, but with the clouds looming overhead there was an unspoken hurry to return before the rain arrived.

As the group approached the camp, a lone rider emerged, and cantered toward them. Dressed in steel and with a dour look upon his face, Ser Lyonel hailed the group and spoke quickly in hushed tones to Lord Lyman.

Lyman raised his hand, cutting off Ser Lyonel, “Enough, I will see my guests to their tents, before we discuss matters of missing sentries.”

Turning back toward the falconers he spoke more loudly “We must make ready to depart shortly. A storm is likely coming, and with winter yet a recent memory, we would not wish to be forced to weather here overnight.

"Please do," Alyssa had said, smiling as she appreciated whichever lay Jenny was pleased to grace them with during the steady ride back to camp.

She listened closely - and so caught the conversation between Ser Lyonel and Lord Lyman with some internal trepidation. Missing sentries were not a matter she felt able to assist in. The other...

"My Ladies, I will head ahead and ensure we are ready to travel as soon as we may." A quick smile at her friends (which included her own Lady), and she nudged Jewel into a quick trot with the camp in sight.

They hadn't travelled heavily to the area, so she could quickly collect her own, Gwendolyn's and Jenny's bags together and clear the pavilion for the manservants to collapse and begin packing away.

Maybe she would see her brother soon as well - here if not back with the Lychesters.

Jenny nodded at Lady Moiraine. "Then I hope I am able to keep the journey entertaining for you." She sang for the journey, her voice high and beautiful. She started with an Ironborn song about a girl awaiting the return of her love who is over the sea.

Jenny's surreptitiously checked the hilt of her knife briefly when Lord Lyman talked about missing sentries. If she had to she could help protect the others, although she did not wish to draw attention to that fact for fear of what might be said. Some noble girls carried daggers, but Jenny's stiletto was a real killing weapon. The Westerosi in her was afraid that there might be danger. The Ironborn in her was hoping that there was, and that scared her a little. Either way, she stayed alert.

"I actually enjoy a little rain, but storms I can do without" she said, shivering nervously a little. The Ironborn hated storms; not only were they the enemy of all sailors, but they were religiously fraught, the weapon and home of the Storm God, their eternal enemy.

The Blackfin heiress enjoyed the diversion produced by Jenny’s song, as it allowed Gwen the opportunity to reflect on recent events. Her introspection was interrupted by their arrival and what appeared to be an unexpected, urgent report. She nodded at Alyssa’s offer, though wasn’t far behind in heading toward the Blackfin pavilion. She did respond quickly to their host. ”We will be ready as quickly as we are able.”

Gwen didn’t waste any time with additional conversation as she began to move with urgency.

Abruptly, the enchantment woven by the serenity of the ride, and Jenny’s soothing song was broken. The camp was a tangle of movement, as servants dashed too and fro about the camp, readying bags, pack mounts, and disassembling the outlying pavilions; some outlying campfires were doused, and a young page was near trampled by horse. In the eye of this storm, Lord Lyman glared contemplatively up at his mounted vassal knight, who calmly explained to him that a trio of sentries had been lost, and a four man patrol sent to find them had also failed to return. With other men at arms still on patrol, and the hunting party yet to return, this left the central camp lightly defended, with perhaps a dozen men at arms wearing House Lychester colours, and half as many sporting Blackfin and Tullison tabards.

“My lord, the trees” a man shouted, and through the gloom a ripple of movement was visible near the treeline, as a group of figures had gathered there. At first it seemed that it might be the riders returning, but these figures gave no blast of hunting horn, nor carried colours or steel wrought by the hand of men.
“Ought we not depart?” Lady Moirane spoke, her voice pitched high with worry. Her own handmaidens and men at arms had gathered to her. The women were clearly terrified, the trio of men, disorganised and leaderless, had their hands on hilts of blades and shafts of spears, glancing about as if an assassin might leap from a nearby pavilion.
“Nay Lady, with a storm brewing and men unaccounted for, it would be a fearsome risk,” Ser Lyonel replied, authoritatively, “we’d lose men and women right out of the saddle. Best to dig in.”

“Lady Blackfin and Lady Tullison, please gather your entourage within your pavilions,” the gaunt Lord Lyman urged Gwendolyn and Moirane, keeping his eyes fixed on the treeline as a terrified looking page began to buckle a longsword to his flank, though there would be no time for armour “House Lychester will see to the perimeter.”

The line of figures gathered at the tree line grew longer, and it was clear by proportion that these were neither men nor horses; instead their cast was lupine. Emerging from within the wood was a larger beast by far, the fur of its belly tickling the ears of the smaller beasts as it strode by. It marched up the line of its brethren once, like a general inspecting his men, before turning to face the camp.
“Ser Lyonel?” Lyman asked as the Direwolf howled into the stormy sky, and the lesser wolves rushed from the trees.
“Aye, Lord Lychester?” his vassal knight responded, shouldering a morning star.
“Ready the crossbows.”

[OOC – a short response here is appropriate, before we jump into the event.]
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Alyssa wouldn't presume to command Blackfin escorts when Lady Gwen was here, but she checked the horse-lines and made sure Jewel and Pondweed (along with their other mounts) had a long tether that would give them the freedom they might need to at least try to defend themselves. For herself she took the blade from her saddlebag and returned to Lady Gwendolyn's side.

Their pavilion might have come down, but the Blackfins still stood close together.

"Don't worry my lady, Ser Thoren and Ser Berion will be back shortly and House Lychester's men are brave."

She looked around briefly to spy where her new friends Yve and Iris were weathering this storm, ensuring they had at least some protection. Holding her blade low, but not quite willing to put it away under the circumstances.

Gwen's typical calm façade didn't falter when faced with the wolves, though her scan of the nearby threats paused at the largest of them. "Certainly, Lord Lychester, though our men are at your command if you wish it."

She looked at the others and gestured toward the pavilion as commanded by their host. The Blackfin heiress considered the possible outcomes and how she should react to each possibility. She also looked up at the nearby trees to see if any were climbable. Wolves were not cats or bears and could be defeated with vertical movement. She was certainly not too proud to clamber up into a tree if it would help.

"This would happen during a storm" Jenny complained. She followed Lady Gwendolyn, looking about carefully for any threats. "Well the men will get their chance to save ladies from peril. Knights dream about that. she added sincerely. She eased her stiletto out of its sheath. "Just in case any of them sneak past, I'll do my best to protect you, Lady Gwendolyn" She steadied herself. Ironborn never panic. Still, she'd rather some knight galloped in to save the day.