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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Munin" data-source="post: 2798150" data-attributes="member: 5722">RycenIt had been a long, dusty ride, but one made that much easier by the gentle amble of the old palfrey. Giving her a well-deserved scratch behind the ear, he surrendered his last apple before turning his attention to the waiting stableboys. Giver 'er an extra spot of oats, she's earned it, and I'll make sure the cooks treat you right come supper. Crossing the yard, Rycen spotted the familiar face of captain Costen among the company of several young men, most of whom he recognized only by association. He nodded to the captain before turning his attention to the others. Rycen gaped. He could never work his mind around the intricacies of the highborn; Lord this, Ser that, for the life of him he could never quite figure out who was called by what title. Even now the he was a Ser, it still baffled him. Uh...yes..Uh..Lord Redfort...I would be pleased to dine with you and your kin. I'm not sure if the dinner table is the place for battle-stories, and besides, most of my time was spent with Lord Tully's men under the Blackwood banner, but I suppose it wou... he realized he was rambling and  abruptly stopped. Yes, dinner would be fine, thank you.He didn't know if if was pity or curiosity that moved the Braavosi to interrupt and offer to spar, but he silently thanked the man nonetheless. Dragonstone, yes. But if you've seen one heap of rocks, you've seen them all, I say. I'm not too tired at all, the palfrey was kind enough to do all the walking today. If you'll lead the way then.</blockquote>

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