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Ser Jarl pondered their situation. "The lady is in peril. From the sound of it, the uncle the squire mentioned might be more than willing to have some ill befall her. If we could find the septon who married them, so there'd be proof, and she could make a claim at the tournament." Jarl paused...

Ser Jarl reentered the room holding the sellsword. He saw that Mhyrko and the mercenary had exchanged words, but Jarl had missed the details. "So, has he given us any reason to keep him alive?" the knight asked his companions. Obviously, there had been words, but no information exchanged. At...

Ser Jarl looked at the boy. "Knights are men, nothing more. As for the sellsword, he's a glorified highwayman who..." Before he could finish, Laton had warned Ser Gough in harsh terms. Ser Jarl rested his hand on his sword, but saw that the rotund knight has unprepared and unwilling to fight...

Well, I'm back, and I posted. I think we should quickly plan our course of action, because right now it appears like we're barely holding our ground in the two intrigue encounters. It's partly expected, as right now we're heavier in combat characters than duplicitous schemers. I'd have to look...

Ser Jarl looked over the common room. He saw the boy who had been hiding in the stable, a large lad with obvious strength. The knight recognized Roy Stone, and remembered the cave-in. Roy had lost the only father he ever knew. At another table, Ser Gough was talking with Laton. The glutton's...

Ser Jarl watches the sellsword eye the group over, like a predator studying a herd for stragglers. "For someone who thinks he's figured it all out, you're missing some facts," the knight says to the captive. "Corbray's men are downstairs. This inn is filled with witnesses, and getting fuller it...

Welcome back, Dr. Zombie. Tangentially, I may be unavailable the first week of September. I'm going to write up a post to keep everything going and move my character around as necessary.

Ser Jarl sits down in the room, across from the sellsword. He made a point to ignore the murderer's smug demeanor. "That shouldn't be necessary, Pate. This man will tell us what he knows," Jarl replied to the guard. "Your foreign friends have abandoned you. There are plenty of witnesses to have...

I've been temporarily overwhelmed with work (ironically, caused by other people taking vacation). I am planning to post today or tomorrow.

"The criminal is being guarded by one of our House's men. Ser Rolston is resting, and his squire is watching him. The Pentoshi and his other men are upstairs," Ser Jarl said to Ser Patrek. Ser Jarl thought the entire situation was rotten. Lord Corbray's men arriving with a mission to find the...

Ser Jarl cleaned off the blood from his hands. He heard the Pentoshi argue with Haken, but kept his mouth shut, more out of exhaustion than anything else. After the foreigners left, he saw Agorn carried through. At the sellsword's mention of being on Corbray land, Jarl said "If you were found on...

Double post.

Jarl watches the maester work on the injured knight. There was little he could do in the stable. "I'll get more clean bandages. And perhaps someone to help move him, if you think it's a good idea." Ser Jarl ran back to the inn. As he passed the sellsword he said, "Keep your halberd on this...

Ser Jarl ran over to the injured knight. He immediately tore his sleeve and began trying to stop the bleeding. "Haken! Get the Maester!," he shouted. "Hold on, Ser Rolston. I've seen men walk away from worse."

Quick OoC question: From what I know of Haken, is he a better healer than Ser Jarl?

Ser Jarl approached Agorn slowly. Once he was close enough, he slides the bloody bastard sword away from the prisoner. "Robin, bind him. Pate, fell free to skewer this sellsword if he tries anyhting. I'm heading to the stable," Jarl said as he sheathed his sword. Ser Jarl ran to the stable...

Ser Jarl was shocked at what he saw. There was too much blood on the sword to come from just the squire. What the knight read of the sellsword's face was not mercy. "Pate!" Ser Jarl barked as he ran outside. He drew his bastard sword as he ran for the squire, hoping to reach him before the...

As far as the IC thread, do people want to fight or talk?

Actually, it seems like a lot of these noble houses lack a male heir. On another note, is left-handedness frowned upon in the world of ASOIAF? I know it was frowned upon in the Middle Ages, but I don't know if it matters in Westeros.

Ser Jarl took a bite out of his mutton. It was wonderful and salty, but he couldn't shake the uneasiness he felt. Pregnant ladies, girl squires, foreign mercenaries, and a lecherous knight with his ... women. He couldn't let his guard down, so he couldn't have more than the one ale, at least...