As the Parade of Arms came to its close, knights returned to the sidelines, with many doffing their armour to observe the competition to come. Some knights boasted of their squire's daring, none louder that Ser Otto of his eldest son Ofren. It was the wealthy highborn squires who drew the eye , in fitted armour and astride steeds as steady and fine as their knightly masters; Duncan Tullison, Edric Mallister, Horas Banemark, Forrest Frey, Cedric Ravensong, and Timos Serbera all represented their Lordly fathers in the joust.

Other squires were claimed noble lineage, but only indirectly. The likes of Daveth Darry, Valen Vance, Darvil Blackfin, Roderic Charleston, Lyman Whaler, Donmere Wallain and Jerom Pierce represented knightly fathers of noble lineage. Other, humbler squires rode as well, including Ayron Kettleblack and Draco Heddle.

Sixteen in all, they rode toward the podium in front of the noble stands; upon the podium stood two figures, a veteran knight and robed cleric.

As the inferior of the competitions, it fell to Lord Lyman's Master of Arms, Ser Edam Ward, to announce the listings of the invent. Nearby loomed the Most Devout, Father Mattheus, whose presence quieted the raucous crowd into reverent quiet. Ser Edam announced what many had heard rumored before the tourney, "Father Mattheus, of the Most Devout of the Seven, himself anointed with the holy oils by the High Septon himself, has agreed to mark the occasion of House Lychester and House Connington by anointing the winner of this Squire's Tournament with the oils of knighthood, once he has been dubbed by Ser Adham, with the knights of House Lychester to stand vigil over the Sept for their night of prayer and contemplation. Let no man doubt that the champion will have proven himself a man of knightly honour, chivalry, and valour."

Ser Edam went on to announce the first round pairings:
Timos Serbera, to ride against Edric Mallister
Duncan Tullison to ride against Cedric Ravensong
Horas Banemark, to ride against Darvil Blackfin
Forrest Frey, to ride against Valen Vance
Daveth Darry to ride against Ayron Kettleblack
Jerom Pierce to ride against Donmere Wallain
Ofren Kettleblack to ride against Roderic Charleston
Draco Heddle, to ride against Lyman Whaler
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A boy of 13, Young Forrest Frey rode cheerfully into the lists, slapping down his visor with an overeager palm. He rode in polished splint armour fitted for his young frame and mounted a well-bred-rounsey. He saluted Valen with the tip of his tourney lance and waited for the Tournament banner to be dropped to signify the beginning of the tilt.

When it did, he kicked his heels into the flanks of his mount, and levered himself so that he was riding High in Saddle, eager to break his first lance of the tourney.

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Forrest Frey
Passive AH [Ride] = 9
Health = 6
AR = 7
Riding High in Saddle his tilts are:8,10,15,12,9
Riding High in Saddle his Keep Saddles are: 5,5,9,7,4

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Horas Banemark  was in many way his brother Walton's shadow; dark of hair where his brother was fair, sour of mood where his brother was often jovial.

He took to the lists having recently been rebuffed by Lady Iris Lychester and seemed to have taken the loss poorly. He shrugged off his brother's embrace, and readied his courser for the challenge to come, distractedly adjusting his suit of dark scale mail. He turned his gaze down the tourney field toward Darvil Blackfin and prepared to charge.

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AR: 6
Health: 9
Passive Rive: 9
Tilt:10,13,7,14,11
SiS: 8, 11, 7, 6, 6

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Valen rode up to the list with a serious tone to his expression. Not only did he have to show that he was worthy as Ser Berion's squire, he could not afford to shame Lady Catelyn for giving him her favor. He slaps his visor calmly after Forrest Frey does the same, Valen salutes the boy as well, to ride against bigger opponents at such an age surely took some amount of bravery.

As the tournament banner drops Valen spurs his horse on and levels the lance forward, however unlike his opponent he keeps his shield moderately to his side, deciding to ride Defensive (1) for this match up, he couldn't afford to be hasty, and couldn't possibly bear to lose in the first round, he'd bring Forrest Frey down through his own overeagerness.

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AR: 5
Health: 9
Passive Ride: 13
Tilt: 10, 10, 12, 12, 9
SiS: 18, 9, 10, 14, 14

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The young Frey squire rode gallantly into the lists, lowering his lance evenly and levering himself with his stirrups in the moment before contact. He was not ready for Valen's tight control of his shield, and his own tourney lance glanced off unbroken.

Valen's own lance connected solidly, shattering and lifting Forrest cleanly from his saddle, flinging him to the sand below as his horse galloped onward.

There was a hush from the stands, as few among the nobles would truly wish such a boy harm, particularly his own kin. There was widespread applause as the boy sat up into a resting position, waving cheerfully to the stands. This won over the smallfolk as well, who cheered for both victor and vanquished.

"A perfect tilt," the Frey boy called up ruefully to Valen, "though custom does not grant you rights to a ransom of my steed and steel, my own honour compels me to do so, for we are here to prove ourselves worthy of a knight's rights and glory, and how can this be done without taking on those selfsame responsibilities?"

This earned more applause from the stands, though a few muttered behind their hands that well could a son of Lord Frey afford the price of such trinkets.

Valen wins, and is offered the ransom of splint armour and rounsey by Forrest [but would win the regard of Forrest if he refuses]. Forrest wins the regard of the nobles in the audience for offering it, temporarily gaining the benefit Favoured of Nobles for the duration of the tourney.

Valen finishes riding to the other side of the tourney grounds, a sigh of relief passes beneath the helmet, he couldn't bear the thought of having lost in the first round to a squire even younger than him, but for now he could put that worry aside, and focus on the next round.

Finally looking back at where the exchange of blows happenned he shares in the crowd's cheer over Forrest having being able to take the fall and get up properly, he too did not wish any harm upon the fellow Squire.

Valen is surprised by the offer, not only did Forrest take the defeat well, he was doing a gallant gesture like this right after, whether his House could afford it or not, it was impressive for someone that young, whether genuine or a deliberate maneuver he couldn't help but gain a measure of respect for Forrest. As such he makes sure to orderly dismount so he can give him a reply while both stand in the same ground.

"I'm honored that you would extend such a gesture to me, I'll accept your offer and the spirit of your message, you certainly deserve the cheers of the crowd as much as I do. I hope we will be able to one day meet in the lists again.

With that he'll leave the grounds to leave space for the next bout, and will turn to watch Darvil's round against Horas Banemark.

Darvil nodded and rode ahead, doing his best to focus on the task at hand.

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19:51, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 12 using 4d6+1, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 2,1,6,5.  Tilt 1 - Std Tilt 1.
19:55, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 14 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 4,4,4,6.  Std Tilt - SiS 1.

19:52, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 7 using 4d6+1, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 4,1,2,2.  Tilt 1 - Std Tilt 2.
19:55, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 13 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 5,5,1,3.  Std Tilt - SiS 2.

19:52, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 9 using 4d6+1, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 2,1,6,2.  Tilt 1 - Std Tilt 3.
19:55, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 16 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 1,4,6,6.  Std Tilt - SiS 3.

19:52, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 10 using 4d6+1, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 3,6,3,1.  Tilt 1 - Std Tilt 4.
19:55, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 8 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 2,2,1,4.  Std Tilt - SiS 4.

19:52, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 8 using 4d6+1, dropping the 2 lowest rolls with rolls of 3,4,2,2.  Tilt 1 - Std Tilt 5.
19:55, Today: Darvil Blackfin rolled 18 using 4d6, dropping the lowest dice only with rolls of 6,3,6,6.  Std Tilt - SiS 5.

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The first tilt proved too much for Horas Banemark, and, though he stayed in his saddle for a moment after being struck, he soon lost his balance and fell into the packed sand of the tourney field. He hauled himself to his feet, grumbling and cursing darkly, before offering a raised fist of salute toward Darvil, a bow to the newly wedded couple, and stalking from the field. He clicked his fingers abruptly at one of House Banemark's grooms, who collected his fine courser; giving no thought of replicating young Forrest Frey's noble gesture.

Dunstan Tullison allowed on of his house's grooms to check over his tack and saddle before riding his short courser onto the tourney field for his tilt. His fine plate armour shone just as before, but now he had Lady Jenny's favour pinned over the top left of his breastplate with wire. He raised his lance in salute to the Lychesters, and toward the House Blackfin Stand, and rode to compete against his first contender, Cedric Ravensong, the dark-haired son of Lord Raylon.

Over the first four passes, the two noble heirs broke three lances against each other's shields, and showed themselves to be fine young horsemen, as each retained his saddle. On the final pass, Dunstan managed to catch Cedric's lance at a wide angle with his shield, while his own shattered against the emblem of House Ravensong.

At the end of the tilt the two young men rode alongside, and exchanged a few words before clasping forearms for all to see. Thrilled with his victory, Dunstan bowed low in his saddle to the stands as his defeated competitor quit the field.

The first round of the squire's joust was a wild and chaotic affair by the standard of jousting tournaments, as the tilts were often wild and undisciplined, and many of the young horsemen were unhorsed abruptly on their first or second pass.

The squires of the hedge faired well, with Ofren Kettleblack knocking Roderic Charleston from his saddle, and breaking the young squire's arm for the trouble. Draco Heddle emerged victorious against Lyman Whaler, and though the younger son, Ayron Kettleblack was defeated by Daveth Darry, he managed to keep his seat until the final pass, shattering two lances in his own right, and nearly unseating an unsteady Daveth.

Valen and Darvil's fine victories were punctuated by Jerom Pierce's abrupt defeat in the first pass against Donmere Wallain, and Ser Berion's squire was heard to remark, once he regained his senses, "Just as well my Lady witheld her favour, lest I never live down such shame." Timos Serbera was defeated cleanly by Edric Mallister on their second pass; though Naton's younger brother was a strong young man, Edric rode defensively on his first pass to take the measure of his opponent, and unseated him cleanly on the second.

Soon after the final bout of the first round was competed, Ser Edam Ward announced the listings for the second round:

Duncan Tullison to ride against Draco Heddle
Daveth Darry to ride against Donmere Wallain
Ofren Kettleblack to ride against Valen Vance
Edric Mallister to ride against Darvil Blackfin
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Unlike many of the other knights watching from the stands, Berion took on the supporting role for his squires, assisting them between passes, both with the experienced, dispassionate advice of one who had competed in many such events before and with the general sort of support required between tilts, readjusting saddles, banging out armor and the like.  While many of his peers might scoff at this sort of thing, he was, first and foremost, their mentor, and there was no better teaching moment than this.

Seeing Valen adopt a cautious approach, angling his body and shield to lessen his profile and better deflect his foe’s attack, Berion nodded approvingly.  For the first tilt at least, it made sense.  Better to get a sense of your opponent and then adjust accordingly.  Jerom Pierce didn't fare nearly as well, being dismounted and rendered unconscious by the fall.

After seeing to the treatment of his squire sending a page to ransom the young man's mount and offer his congratulations, Berion returned to Valen's side just as his squire was preparing for his next bout.  Clapping the young man gently on the shoulders, he smiled.  "Well done my boy, but don't let it go to your head.  Just worry about the tilt in front of you, don't let other thoughts or concerns distract you from the present and you'll be just fine"
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As he left the field Valen took the time to look at the stand, and seeing Cat's smile, gives one of his own in return. While the other had their rounds Valen watched attentively while Berion helped with treating what was thankfully only a minor bruise from his tilt with Forrest, nothing that should hinder in the rounds to come.

He cheered seeing Darvil's victory over Horas, hopefully the two would stay at opposite ends of the lists and only fight if both got to the finals. Jerom's defeat sullied his mood however, not only did his fellow squire set himself up to be rejected by Lady Gwendolyn, losing on the first round would be probably stay on his mind for a while.

At Berion's prompt he returns to his focused expression. "Thank you Ser, and I won't, there's still much ground to cover and I don't plan on relaxing at any point." When Valen did something, he dedicated himself utterly to it. "I'm going to change into the splint armor from the ransom for the next round, it should protect me from most of the damage from the strikes so that I won't get as injured as I progress.
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"Let's check the fit first.  It may be of better quality, but if it's too loose, or too snug, then it's worse than no armor at all.  Trust me on this one, as I, unfortunately, speak from experience" Berion replied with a soft chuckle as he helped his squire look over the spoils from his first round.  "You may also consider simply ransoming them back to the young man.  That would be the proper thing to do after all."

"Of course, I wouldn't want to ride with it clanking or pressing me tight, best to test it out." He'll begin fitting the parts to check if it can properly fit him. "Yes it's the proper thing to do so if he wants to ransom it later I think I'll accept it, though I'm not sure if he'll do so, but while the rounds are still occurring being able to use it to avoid taking any injuries would be a big help.

Quick as a wink, a pair of smith's apprentices appeared, making grand promises of both speed and quality of service. Clar, daughter to Jem the Barrel and Torreo, son to Lysaro of Lys each assured Valen and Berion that their father was the one who could refit Valen's new armour, possibly hoping to win favour and trade with his knightly master.

Exhilarated from his first round win, Ofren Kettleblack rode back into the lists eager to compete against Valen. A harsh word from his father, Ser Otto set his cheerful face into a more serious look. He slammed his visor shut with great force, hauled his tourney lance into a firm grip, and readied himself to charge. For the first few passes at least he had been chastened to ride defensively, but time would tell if he had the discipline to maintain control.

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Tilt: 14,15,16,15,17 14, 14, 16, 15, 17 [too many bonus dice]
SiS:11,10,9,10,3
Passive AH: 9
AR: 5
Damage: 9 per degree
Health: 11

Ofren will spend a destiny point if he would otherwise fail to stay in the saddle in round 1, or in round 2 to improve his tilt to 18 by turning a bonus die into a test die.

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In reply to Valen Vance (msg # 12):

Cat acknowledges Valen's return smile, increasing hers for a moment for him to see.

As the next riders come out she keeps an inquisitive eye on the different opponents Valen might have to face next. For Valen's own joust she mostly watches with hope, tinged by a little bit of empathy each time he is struck.

Valen will listen to Clar's claims and decide upon Jem the Barrel, curious to see the work of a smith from that city.

As the new round is announced his expression goes rigid, Ofren Kettleback, as a squire of the hedge he'd be more experienced in direct arms, and he looked as big or bigger than Valen. As they each approached the edge of their sections Valen carefully observed him, specially intent on how he was being chastened out of his state of confidence.

He greets Kettleblack with his lance and pulls down his visor, his eyes peering through his shield as if he could possibly see through it. As they ride forwards Valen doesn't plan to avoid his eyes, he'll take the brunt of this strike on his armour to make sure he can deliver the hit that will put Ofren down before he can crush him in a slugging match. The horses kick the sand and charge, Valen aims his spear and prays to the Warrior and all of the Seven that they may give him strength on this blow.

Eyes Fixed on first tilt, standard rounds on all following.

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OOC:
Tilt:18, 13, 13, 12, 13
SiS: 11, 12, 14, 15, 14
Passive AH: 13
AR: 7
Damage: 8 per degree
Health: 9

Spending 1 DP to cancel out Ofren's in the first round and take him down.

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Edric Mallister entered the lists atop a fine white courser, sporting a personalised suit of half plate, which surprised many given his relatively junior status as a lesser son and squire. Though not nearly as intimidating a physical specimen as Ofren, he had shown himself to be a capable lance and rider in his first bout. He saluted his host, rival, and his own family's expansive entourage, before readying to tilt Darvil Blackfin.

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Tilt: 15, 17[19], 16, 15, 17
SiS:  19, 9, 10, 5, 7
Passive AH: 13
AR: 9
Damage: 8 per degree
Health: 6
Edric will use Blood of the Andals to improve his second tilt against Darvil from one to two degrees of success.

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As the two squires gallop toward one another; Ofren adopted a defensive posture, and Valen a far more aggressive one. Both maintained good form in the saddle, and the board seemed set for a matched result of one broken lance each.

Keeping his eyes on target, Valen spotted a weakness in Ofren's approach - his shield would drop slightly with the rythmn of his horse's gallop. Valen timed his strike perfectly, and managed to strike Ofren in the chest, just to the left of his shield, as it shifted with the movement of his horse. The unexpected force of the blow threw Ofren from his saddle, spinning him awkwardly so that he landed painfully on the tournament field. There was wide applause for the win, both for the skill of Valen's strike from those who could see it, and for the sight of such a hulking brute meeting his match in the far less intimidating Vance squire.

Ofren's brothers and father were soon by his side, and the castle maester was summoned, but Ofren's injuries seemed relatively minor - a broken rib or two, and concussion from the fall.

Ofren is defeated in the first tilt, taking an injury from damage inflicted, and another from the fall from his mount.

Darvil once again focused, riding as hard as he could towards the other squire.

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tilts of 12, 10, 7, 6, and 12 [16].
SiS of  11, 11, 9, 12,13

Spending 2  Destiny in Round 2 to reduce Edric's tilt, one in round 3 to avoid injury, and round 5 to ignore penalty dice and score a hit. Taking an injury in round 4

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Edric and Darvil's tilt was a thrilling highlight of the second round. The young Mallister held a clear advantage over the first three tilts, both with lance in hand, and atop his steed. He shattered two lances on Darvil's shield, with the second only being blocked from hitting him in the chest by a last second adjustment by the Blackfin's shield. By contrast, Darvil's own tilts were somewhat haphazard; his first two glanced off Edric's shield, and the next two passes failed to strike him at all. Such was Darvil's inaccuracy that few noticed the marked decline in the younger Edric's horsemanship, as the burden of armour and riding took a mounting toll on the squire, though he again shattered a lance on Darvil in the fourth pass, drawing a shout of pain at the resulting injury.

As the squires lined up for the final pass, a few of the smallfolk shouted jeers at the older Darvil; for he could not hope to be awarded a victory in a tie against the younger Edric, having shattered no lances, and had taken a beating in the four preceding passes, despite having maintained his saddle.

Having grown more confident, but still seeking a complete victory, Edric rode high in his saddle on the final pass, keeping his eyes fixed on target, and this proved to be a telling mistake. Darvil's tourney lance shattered cleanly on the Mallister's helm, knocking him out of his saddle and onto the sand below. The boy recovered quickly, though he complained loudly to one of his retainers that his ears were ringing like a bell, he waved off the ministrations of the maester still fresh from tending Ofren.

Darvil uses 2 destiny points to penalise Edric's tilts with -1D, a third to boost his final tilt by turning a bonus die into a test die, and a 4th to cancel out Edric's own destiny point, and takes an injury in round 4 to avoid being defeated. As a result, Edric is unhorsed in the final round.
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The Second Round of the squire's joust was more dramatic than the first, being characterised by both sudden victories and unexpected turns.

The luck of the quires of the hedge ran dry, with Ofren defeated abruptly by the aggressive tilt of Valen Vance, and Draco Heddle defeated two lances to three by Dunstan Tullison.

Many were surprised when Daveth Darry managed to unseat Donmere Wallain on their second pass. The defeated squire spoke fiercely and quietly with his father after his defeat, before receiving a cuff to the side of his head "A poor workman blames his tools," muttered the experienced Ser Beros, brooking no excuses.

Edric Mallister's defeat at Darvil Blackfin's hands was a second upset, with many remarking at the exceptional progress of House Blackfin's squires in the event.


Ser Edam Ward announced the progress of the second and penultimate round of the Squire's Joust
Duncan Tullison to ride against Valen Vance
Daveth Darry to ride against Darvil Blackfin
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Dunstan Tullison had made it relatively unscathed to the final of the joust, his fine plate armour easily protecting him form the wayward blows of untested squires as he had demonstrated consistent form in his own right. As he fronted up against Valen Vance he wore Lady Jenny's favour visibly, but protected beneath the lip of his tall shield. He saluted his host, opponent, and the Blackfin stands and made ready for his first charge.

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Tilt, 13[19], 13[19], 12, 12, 8
Sis 15, 11, 8, 11, 14, 15
Damage:9
AR: 10
HP: 9
Passive Ride: 13
Dunstan will spend his own destiny point to improve his first tilt, and Jenny's to improve his second tilt unless he would need it to avoid being unhorsed]

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Daveth Darry had ridden with growing confidence to emerge victorious in his first two rounds. As he rode into the first round of the finals, he did so with a look of exhilaration, cheered on by Lychester folk who knew him, or at least his father, Ser Lyonel. Daveth dipped his head humbly in recognition to the crowd, saluted the stands where his father and liege reclined, and readied himself to charge Darvil. Unlike in previous rounds, he charged aggressively, keeping his eyes fixed on his target, disregarding the risk to his own safety, which resulted only in even louder applause from Lord Lyman's smallfolk.

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Tilt: 13, 15, 14, 11, 11
SiS: TBA
Damage: 7
AR: 5
Health 6/6
Passive Ride: 9
Environmental Effect: Darvil's mount proves hard to control for the injured squire, provoking a -1D to the tilt, and +3 increase in the difficulty to stay in the saddle when riding against Daveth.
Daveth will not spend a destiny point this round, unless required to do so to remain in the saddle.

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Valen rode up to the grounds once again, sweat still in his face from the last stressful match, now he was up against Dunstan, not as heavy a hitter as the last competitor, but dangerous nonetheless with his ability to withstand blows from lances with that armor.

He rides up pensive, scanning the armor for any weaknesses and not finding any, the craftsman had done their job well. He gives him a salute with his lance as well as to the host and Catelyn and the rest of the Blackfin entourage in the stands. Once more he spurs his horse and charges forward while lowering the tourney lance. No tricks and risky maneuvers to start, he'll exchange solid blows and keep himself steady, then at the third pass keep his eyes fixed to deal a solid blow and try to maintain the better handle through the exchanges as his armor tires him out.

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Tilt: 13, 12, 14, 11, 13
SiS: 14, 9, 15, 12, 11
Damage: 8
AR: 7
Health: 9
Passive Ride: 13

Valen will spend a Destiny Point to impose a penalty on the first hit from Dunstan, then one from Catelyn to do the same on the next one, allowing him to stay horsed and take less damage, He'll win the round in the third pass or by points with 3 strikes.

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Darvil winced in pain at the wound he had received, but rode ahead to fight. He doubted he would win after that last round, but a man could still have hope, right?

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Tilts: 4, 4, 6, 6, 6
SiS: 11, 8, 16, 15, 12

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Dunstan and Valen have each proven themselves a cut above the common chaff in the prelimary rounds, and do so again in the finals. In the first two passes, both show fine horsemanship, weathering blows and remaining easily in saddle. Dunstan proves the more reliable in the tilt, shattering his lance on each pass, while Valen's second strike glances off Dunstan's shield unbroken, leaving the Vance squire in dire straits.

On the third pass, Valen's more aggressive maneuver catches Dunstan by surprise. The Tullison heirs own lance is left unbroken, and though he seems to set himself aright in the saddle after the pass, the recovery is only momentary, and he is dragged from his saddle by the weight of his heavy armour, falling to the sandy ground. With a grunt, he is able to haul himself into a sitting position, and is aided back to his feat by a Tullison groom.

In the stands Valen is lauded for the victory, with Lady Moiraine Tullison and Lady Yve Tullison joining the applause once they see Dunstan is responsive.

Daveth rides aggressively into the first tilt, his eyes fixed firmly on Darvil's shield. He strikes it decently, though he does not lean as confidently into the strike as a more competent horseman might, and the blow carries only a moderate weight.

Darvil's own approach is more troubled. His steed snorts and whinnies as he rides into position. Weighed down by arms and the exhaustion and the injury of many lances taken on shield and self, Darvil struggles to keep his lance in its position, and it flails about as though caught in the wind. He is not quite able to bring it back into position before the collision, leaving him to take another blow without answering in kind. For a moment he seems able to keep his seat, as he is rocked back in the saddle and pulls himself forward. But then his mount balks, snorts, and pulls its head toward the tilt, throwing him forward over its right shoulder and onto the sandy floor.

Daveth's victory earns him applause from both highborn and low. Some folk are heard to remark that Darvil's making the finals was owed as more to tenacity than skill with a lance, but that he showed fine horsemanship throughout, with poor luck in his final match.

After several rounds, Sixteen competitors had been reduced to two and the Squire’s Tournament approached its conclusion.

Emerging from victory against strong competitors like Dunstan Tullison and Ofren Kettleblack, Valen Vance was greeted with high praise as “a chip off the old block” and “true to his blood”, all men knew the Vance’s had as long a tradition of fine knights as long as any in the Riverlands save perhaps House Bracken.

Daveth Darry was heralded as an unlikely champion even by his own kin. His mother Alianna looked on with rapturous pride, while his stepbrother Ser Gareth and mentor Ser Adham both applauded him heartily. Even his father, Ser Lyonel looked on with silent approval. Some quieter few in the stands noted his easier run in the qualifiers, against the likes of a junior Kettleblack and pirate-blooded Blackfin.

Ser Edam announced the final tilt, while Father Mattheus stepped forward to declare the charge.

Giving Valen an approving nod, Berion handed his squire a fresh lance with a smile.  "Just one more to go kid.  Keep your head on straight and may the Warrior guide your arm."

Falling silent, the knight stared across the field to where Daveth Darry prepared for the bout.  Truth be told, he hadn't expected the young man to make it nearly this far.  Especially given the young man performance in the hunt earlier in the week.  Daveth had, after all, shown a total inability to control his mount during the ambush, and Berion had half expected the young man to have been unhorsed within the first few tilts.  Especially given that he had been paired against the likes of Ayron Kettleblack, who, despite his loss, had one of the strongest showings during the first round.

Still, stranger things had happened at tournaments, and thus there was little to do but wait and watch.

Valen mounts his horse once again, his gaze utterly focused on the grounds, he had gotten here, the finals, one step away from realizing one of his greatest dreams, it was all or nothing.

He takes the fresh lance from Berion and nods in return. "Thank you Ser Berion, I will." He looks at his opponent, having seen the same as Berion during the hunt he too was surprised to see he'd reached this far, so much so that he was suspicious, and just in case had switched to a ride of the same sex as the other squire.

He'll give a look towards the stands, specifically that of House Blackfin before turning his head back to the grounds, waiting with held breath for the signal.

The first two passes of the tilt passed with no clear victor. On the first, both squires adopted a neutral posture, and deflected lances without breaking their own on their rival's shield. On the second pass each lowered their lance, and kept their eyes fixed on their target - a tactic that several of the squires had used after the preliminary rounds to better acquit themselves at greater risk to their personal safety.

"Hasn't the boy heard not to swap horses in the middle of a stream," Ser Naton Serbera laughed from the central stands to a bemused Ser Adham as each squire failed to break a lance on their first pass.
"The boys risk too much with such aggression, trained knights lose their sight with such foolishness" muttered Ser Edam Ward, but the Master of arms was listened to by few, least of all his comrade, Ser Lyonel Darry, who heartily cheered on Daveth when the squire broke his lance upon Valen's shield.

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First Tilt - Valen and Daveth each fail to break a lance on the other's shield, Valen maintains control of his new mount.
Second Tilt - Both Daveth and Valen break a lance on the other's shield riding eye's fixed, and remain mounted. Daveth takes five points of damage, Valen takes two. Each spend a destiny point, and Valen uses up his Blood of the Andals to remain seated.



HP: 1/6
AR: 5
AH: 9
Damage 7
Tilt: 12, 15
SiS: 9, 10
Environmental Effect: Valen receives a -1D to the tilt, and -3 penalty to Stay in the Saddle while tilting against Daveth, despite changing out his mount

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Valen finishes the first tilts with sweat dripping beneath his helmet, he's been putting all he could into nailing each of those hits buthe hadn't been able to bring down Daveth yet, he'd have to tire him out and wound him to knock the other boy off his ride, but for that he had to steal himself against incoming damage.

His suspicion had been mistaken in changing the ride, but alas he had to keep up the pace, there was no desire or the thought to accept loss here in him. He readied his lance and started to ride again for the third round.

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HP: 7/9
AR: 7
AH: 13
Damage: 8

3rd round Eyes Fixed:
Tilt: 9
SiS: 12

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Injuries were common enough in the joust. In the prelimary rounds Ofren Kettleblack had broken Roderic Charleston’s arm, only to suffer broken ribs and a concussion in turn. Though he had recovered well immediately after his loss, the young Forrest Frey had taken to his tent with a dose of milk of the poppy for his own pain.  Edric Mallister had near beaten Darvil Blackfin bloody before losing his seat, and most defeated squires sported bruises from abrupt falls from their own mounts. This had only worsened after the initial bouts, as squires began riding more aggressively, riding eyes fixed as common as not in the hopes of a surer strike, at greater risk of injury.

The air was cool as the squires readied for their third tilt, and a quartet of ravens circled the tourney field, before settling on the Lychester’s stand to watch. On their third pass, Valen and Daveth once again shattered lances, to great applause, for it was fitting that a grand final should be heartily contested. Daveth took the worst of it, though he gripped his reins with a hard-knuckled defiance and refused to fall.

“The boy is injured, he should withdraw,” muttered the greybeard Ser Ronnel Beesbury to Ser Robar Ryger.
“Would you?” the younger tourney knight asked, and both men laughed, for both knew the answer, so close to victory.

Lady Aliana muttered beseechingly into her husband’s ear, and the older knight grunted, nodded, and swung under the railing, limping over to where Daveth was exchanging his longer tournament shield for a shorter one, easier to carry on an injured arm. The two men exchanged words in hushed tones, with Ser Lyonel gesturing to the stands and to Daveth’s mother. Daveth reached down a reassuring hand onto his stepfather’s shoulder, offering his decision.

Once his father had turned his back to return to the stands, Daveth leaned over the far side of his mount, toward the common folk, and spat out a gobbet of blood onto the sand, before snapping his visor shut.

Ser Lyonel made his way back to the stands and seated himself next to Lady Alianna, “Daveth will continue,” he offered to her, with a mixture of pride and apology, before shouting loud enough for Ser Edam, Father Mattheus, and the gods themselves to hear, “My son will compete.”

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Daveth takes two injuries to stay in the saddle. Both squires break lances but remain seated.

HP: 1/6
Injuries 2/2
AR: 5
AH: 9
Damage 7
Tilt: 12, 15, 13
SiS: 9, 10, 9

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Valen watches Daveth reel from the injuries and the entire moment of his decision to continue. Valen swallowed, he wanted to win by all means, but he didn't want to maim and potentially kill Daveth, his suspicions be as they may, looking as his family members who seemed so cold to him before act so caring now, he could imagine why the other boy wanted to prove himself so badly.

Still he wasn't planning to lose. As Daveth rides up again, Valen does so as well, wondering if he should truly go full force or not, but the doubt doesn't last long, he will always give all that he has. The two ride at each other again, as his opponent brings his lance up Valen knows his blow will strike true, so he zeroes in his own, whether one falls or both, Valen refuses to miss.

The two squires rode at one another; Daveth high in his saddle, Valen with eyes fixed, neither willing to ask nor grant quarter.

The crowd cheered on each squire; Valen for his great victories, Daveth for his underdog status. High above, the ravens squawked noisily, preening and calling to one another. Most defeated competitors looked on with vested interest or bitter envy, though some had lost their interest; the Kettleblacks having retired to play dice with men-at-arms of House Haigh.

The two squires collided with great force, each being rocked back in his saddle. Lances shattered and horses cried out. Valen's new armour bore the brunt of the blow, which was just as well, for Daveth hit him square in the chest, and he fell to the ground as his steed snorted in shock and confusion, having gained and lost a new rider in swift succession. Daveth was struck cleanly on his shield, and clung firmly to the reins as well, but his horse reeled onto its hind legs, it's eyes going wide in terror, and Daveth was thrown to the ground.

The Darry squire looked up in horror as the beast overbalanced and fell toward him, desperately rolling away, only to find his left leg trapped firmly beneath its bulk with shocking splintering of flesh and bone. Both steed and squire screamed in agony, and after the momentary cheers of the tilt, a hubbub of confusion and alarm overtook the tourney field, as attendants raced forward to free Daveth from beneath his trapped mount, and his mother cried out in horror. The Maester was called, and as he moved to tend the squire, it was clear to all who watched the boy's skin was pale as snow. Some few folk cheered as the boy was brought to consciousness, though he gasped and groaned in wretched anguish. Belatedly, folk began to realise that by points, the match was considered a draw, with three lances broke apiece, and each squire unhorsed, it fell to Lord Lyman to announce a winner, and folk turned to consider the host, who spoke in hushed tones with Ser Jasper Wylde at the centre of the noble stands.

[Both squires unhorsed, in a technical draw, with Daveth badly wounded from the tilt and being crushed beneath his own mount.]
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Berion immediately ran to the aid of his squire, his practiced hand quickly calming the beast so as to avoid the fate that had befallen Daveth.  Handing the reins off to a young man sporting the colors of House Lychester, he pulled Valen to his feet and into an embrace as he murmured  "Damn good work my boy, I'm proud of you"

Clapping his squire firmly on the back, the knight quickly beat a hasty retreat.  This was Valen's moment, not his, and he didn't want to distract from that.  Thankfully the overwhelming majority of eyes were drawn to the situation with Daveth, and thus, Berion's presence went largely unnoticed.

See Jarrak had watched the Squire's joust from among the hedge knights.  His keen eyes observing the participants with appraising and eager discernment.  As the last pair thundered to their fated collision, and unhorsed each other, he felt the tension in the air.  He could see the brutal aftermath, and the perfect time.  Damning propriety, he spoke, his deep voice a bellow meant to carry across the field, and inspire others to agree.  "Knight them both!  It is unwise to choose between Champions.  No matter who you choose, you will dishonor the other.  Knight them both."

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   I rolled Cunning, as I thought that was the closest to wisdom.  If you prefer a different attribute, I shall roll that instead.  He is trying to get both victors to be treated equally and fairly, to the highest order.

14:31, Today: Ser Jarrak rolled 10 using 3d6 with rolls of 5,3,2.  Cunning.

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Lord Lyman rubbed at an aching temple,

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tasting ash on his tongue. Every night he was haunted by dreams of flames. Great billowing walls of flame that engulfed Castle Lychester accompanied by the bellowing of some monstrous beast. For years they had pervaded his nightmares and now often did so in waking hours when long days drove him to a moment’s rest. He knew this doom stalked his house, and he dedicated every effort to its delay.

He had accepted great humiliations in that effort. He had allowed the Most Devout and High Reeve to weave their plots, lest the Faith Militant or Crown be turned against him. Beside him, Ser Jasper smiled, wolfishly, and once more Lyman reflected how much he hated the man whose assistance was utterly necessary for House Lychester’s survival. Jasper had already taken his pound of flesh; the marriage gained Jasper the favour of Lord Bryce Connington, which he would no doubt leverage to gain support for his own elevation to the Lord of Fairmarket. Instead, Lyman considered which of the options before him marked salvation, and which the annihilation of his house.

Each had scored their three points and been unhorsed. Men might argue about degree and form, but in Lyman’s eyes it gave him discretion to consider more important matters.

Lady Gwendolyn was a useful tool in regards to Riverthorn, and perhaps a real ally for House Lychester; and young Valen had arrived in her train. Should he award Valen in hopes of flattering Lady Gwendolyn? But he was only a bannerman’s squire, a far distant scion of any Vance of note, and House Knollwood were a house of truly negligible influence. Passing over Valen was no insult to the Blackfins.

The prevailing wisdom had been that Daveth would never amount to a knight, and Lyman had long planned to simply annex Lyonel’s lands once he had passed without a viable heir for his title of Ser Darry. He had let Daveth and Ser Gareth jockey for position knowing that he could simply pass over both due to the weakness of their claims. But recognising that a man had no heir was a far cry from denying him one, and that is how the old knight would see it now. The decision was Lyman’s, and so were its consequences. Losing Lyonel’s trust would cast into doubt his commander, half his troops, and any real prospect of resettling Riverthorn. He could almost feel the heat of those nightmarish flames at the mere thought of it. Without Riverthorn, his debts would continue to mount, and Jasper would come for him again, naming some new price, some new indignity to subject House Lychester to in exchange for relief from the crown’s taxes. Lyman’s skin crawled at the thought, wondering what stormlander bastard the man would seek to marry his daughter to. This was the doom that awaited him, because he would not accept such a cost, and in refusing it, Jasper would make an example of him.

As Aliana wailed nearby over a gasping Daveth, Lyman considered the likelihood that if made champion, the boy might do him a favour and die of his injuries, thus securing both his father’s ongoing support, and the eventual inheritance of Darry lands by a Lychester.

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He adopted a concerned smile, ignoring those few who called out their preferences by raising his hand to stay them, ready to announce the winner.
“My Lords and Ladies, it is clear to all that both young men are of gallant and chivalrous bearing, but few could doubt the resolve and tenacity of Daveth Darry, and so I name him champion of the Squire’s Tournament. Maester, tend his wounds and see to it that he is ready to receive his honours at the feast this evening. Valen Vance, we salute your valour, even in defeat.”

In response to his words there was widespread applause, though some few seemed disquieted as young Daveth was loaded onto a litter and removed to rooms within Castle Lychester to receive care.

[Both Darvil and Valen receive 6 XP for their participation in the joust. Darvil receives one point of glory for defeating an opponent of greater skill or renown [Edric]. Valen receives a point of glory for defeating an opponent of greater skill or renown [Ofren] and a second for making it to the grand final]
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Valen waited for the verdict with bated breath, praying to the Seven that he might be awarded the win, only for Lord Lyman to deliver the crushing remark, and that was it, he lost. He had given it his all, even as his horse lost control as much as he'd ever experienced he went on to land as many blows as he could. But because Lyman decided so all that was over.

His expression was a mask, trying to contain all the emotions inside him, he politely bowed to the crowd in a polite gest, but he couldn't bear to pretend to be happy at this moment, one might remember a squire who won their knighthood in the tournament, but the second place would soon fade from their minds. For a moment a thought flashed in his mind, 'perhaps it would be better if Daveth had died, or maybe he'd still would'. Valen shook his head, he felt terrible for even having the thought, it was unbecoming of a knight and in the eyes of the Seven, and most of all, in his own eyes, he couldn't let such things fester in his mind.

He leads his horse back to the tent where Ser Berion is, he looks at his Knight with a downcast look. "I'm sorry I couldn't win Ser." Berion knows that look, Valen has a number of things in his mind he thinks were not right about this, but he doesn't think it's right to voice them fearing it'd be seen as an excuse.
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Berion's face was impassive, his emotions closely guarded as the results were announced by Lord Lymon.  After all, it was rather clear to anyone watching just how things were going to end.  As the predictable happened, Berion quickly returned to the tent alotted for use by the knight and his squires as a staging ground of sorts, only stopping for a brief moment to converse with a young man who was busy disposing of the shattered lances.  Seemingly happy with the answer he received, Berion entered the tent and waited for Valen to appear.  The young man was no doubt a tempest of emotions and he deserved a few moments to compose himself.

When his squire finally entered and began to speak, Berion held up a hand to forestall any further comment and pulled the boy into a bone-crushing hug as he smiled.  "Son, stop.  You went out there and gave it your all.  There's no shame in losing, and you certainly have nothing to apologize for.  Especially not when politics decided the victor, not skill.  So no matter how things may have turned out, I'm proud of you and the courage you showed today."

The knight's expression darkened slightly, the carefully guarded mask of neutrality slipping somewhat as he continued.  "Valen, I need to ask you a question, and I want you to be completely honest with me.  What happened out there?  You didn't seem to be your usual self, and it didn't appear to be due to fatigue or injury."

As Berion hugs him instead of chastising him as Valen so wrongfully expected in his current downcast state, Valen lets him hug him fully and his while he tries his hardest not to cry, he can't avoid having eyes become watery.

"Thank you Ser, it feels worse because I did put everything I had into it, just...having someone decide that for me without knowing what it was like, it hurt." Lord Lyman may have been courteous about it but Valen could tell he was most of all a calculating man, and the decision he came to must have been only a cold calculation in his mind, with barely any appreciation for the actual effort of the squires.

As the knight asks him the question he pauses, reluctant for a moment, but he too had had his suspicions, he knew Berion must be treating this seriously, so there was no need to be silent. "When Daveth defeated Darvil, knowing the latter was a much better rider...I got suspicious, that's why I changed my ride, I considered he might be riding a mare in heat. I don't know if it's that, but it might not be, it could be checked. What I do know is that I made sure the other horse was of the same standard, but when I started riding it suddenly become incredibly harder to handle, hits I should have been able to stay mounted easily after required that much more effort, and I had to ride with my eyes fixed on him all the time, otherwise there'd be no way I could properly direct my lance at his shield during the pass." Valen was by no means naive, he didn't trust his opponents by default to be as honorable and forthcoming as him.

"I had no such experience in any of the other rounds, I'm sure Darvil and all those who faced him could describe something similar.

"It was an unjust decision son, you're allowed to feel that way.  A tie in the joust should be settled with either another tilt or afoot.  If one of the competitors is unable to do so because of injury, then that settles who the better rider was pretty clearly wouldn't you say?"  The knight's words were tinged with frustration, and it was fairly clear as to why that was.  Not only had his squire been cheated out of a victory and thus a knighthood that was rightfully his, but a precedent had been set for tomorrow's event.

"And aye, I gathered something was remiss when you changed mounts mid-contest.  And your horse was harder to control you say?  Well, it couldn't have been something with your kit as I checked that before every tilt myself.  That leaves either some sort of maneuver on the part of the Darry boy or something... else."

After a little bit Cat comes running around the corner. She adjusts when she spots them, slowing down to make it seem like she hasn't been as worried as she has been. But bits of hair out of place, a little heavier breathing, and that she rounded the corner still in a run all betray her.

She head toward Valen. Then she seems to remember propriety for a moment, addressing his knight first. "Ser Berion Knollwood, I believe? Lady Catelyn Mooton. May I speak with your squire?"

A smile appearing on his face, Berion bowed his head to the newcomer as he replied.  "Lady Catelyn, it's a pleasure to meet you.  And of course, he's all yours.  I need to step out to find Lady Gwendolyn and Ser Thoren anyhow."  Clapping Valen on the shoulder, his smile widened as the knight departed, allowing the two youngsters a modicum of privacy for just a moment at least.

"Thank you, Ser Berion. May the Warrior guide your hand today," Cat says as Berion departs.

Then she turns to Valen and looks him up and down to be sure for her own eyes that he's stable and not gushing blood. "Are you OK physically? That looked like a hard hit and fall. Of course, you hit your opponents even harder today. The Warrior was with you. For some reason everyone seemed to have trouble with Daveth, starting with Ayron, but I couldn't see anything Daveth was doing so well that would cause such difficulty. You bested him anyway, whatever Lord Lyman says. I do hope he recovers, though."

Before Catelyn approached the tent Valen replied to Berion. ”He could have found some way to interfere with the horses as well,  the smell of something perhaps? I don’t think it’s likely he could have tampered with their feed or water, a good number of the horses are tended specifically by their owners and the one I used was Forrest’s who wasn’t even set to face him. Daveth is knowledgeable from what I’ve heard, perhaps he found a means written somewhere if he did indeed do something.” Valen found it hard to determine whatever could have been done, he wasn’t particularly into the study of how to hinder’s a horse performance.

He was taken out of his brainstorming as he sees Catelyn arrive and Berion claps him on the shoulder before leaving. ”Hello Lady Catelyn, did you come to check on me? His question is soon answered by her own, having somewhat recovered from his earlier downcast state he manages to produce a faint smile amid his fatigue.
”Yes I am unwounded, for that I must thank the Seven and Forrest Frey, his armor shielded me throughout the rounds. Finally taking a look at himself after the recent round he notices the number of tears in his tabard but points out to Catelyn a fee dents in his armor, and that it was never penetrated or too bent. ”With the shield taking the brunt of it I think I’ve only accrued some bruises that will eventually pass.” He may be covered in dirt from the fall but Valen is thankfully not bleeding.

”I’m thankful  for the warrior for the victories he granted me, and though I didn’t expect it of Daveth to perform so…if he truly earned these victories by himself I won’t regret having lost the final. Valen was hesitant to truly claim or assume for certain a cheat by the Darry squire due to the nebulous nature of it all, and he didn’t want to seem to be making excuses in front of Catelyn. ”Thank you Lady Catelyn, I hope I managed to honor my promise from the Parade, riding with your favour strengthened my confidence.” From the first moment he discussed the matter of the Parade with Ser Berion and his sister, he thought he’d end up riding without one anyways, he had been surprised when Catelyn chose him and was glad for that, and that he hopefully didn’t disappoint her.

”I certainly didn’t intend to wound him like that, but it’d be a disservice to both of us to hold back because of it. I hope he recovers.” Valen genuinely thought so, he dreaded the idea of the other boy dying because of his blows, trying hard to not even considerate.
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"Oh, you most certainly fought honorably. My only disappointment was that you were not judged the winner. You deserved it. It was pretty clear that you had the upper hand, even if you both broke three lances and were unhorsed. If they were to try any sort of tie-breaker, it would be obvious to everyone. But there will be more opportunities for you to earn your knighthood, and there will be more tournaments to joust in..." Cat gives him a genuine smile. "Now what are you up to? Probably helping with Ser Berion's horses, I would guess."

”It disappointed me too, but I won’t let it dishearten me from other pursuits, there’ll be plenty more chances for me to earn it as you’ve said, I’ll need to show the same dedication then.” Valen wondered about Ser Ramsbold’s talk of the bandits in a location near Blackfin lands, if the House was to get involved then Ser Berion would probably the one to take them on in the field.

He returns a genuine smile of his own, thankful for Catelyn’s words. “I’m still in a fine state to perform ny duties, so when the Knight’s Tourney starts I’ll be helping Ser Berion with his horse and equipment throughout the jousts.

"I'm glad both your body and your heart are OK. I'll get out of your way so you can see to Ser Berion's horse and equipment. I'll cheer him on as he jousts. When Ser Berion is done for the day, come find me."

”There’s still some time till the Knight’s Tourney so you weren’t in my hair, but I should indeed get to them ahead of time.” With the incident with his own steeds he was paranoid to make sure Berion’s would be ok for the joust.

”I shall find you when I’m relieved of my duties then, but what for? He asks curious.
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"I don't know. You're the only person I know here outside of one cousin I only met when we were really little. It's nice not to be alone. Maybe there will be some dancing or music or something."

“I see, cousins can be nice but they hardly make for full company.” His mind was brought to his own cousin,  Kendred, it had been a long time since he’d seen him back in Atranta and even while he still lived there they never were able to spend as much time together as they’d like due to his training to be the lord.

”After the tournament there should come the Wedding Feast, music and dancing are traditionally a part of it, I’ll meet you there then.”