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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5641075" data-attributes="member: 870">The sobbing slowly eases as Jacelynn slumps in her chair, nearly exhausted from pouring out her thoughts and fears. "My... my parents are dead. Ondrew was the knight of the keep, but my uncle Slynn was castellan. We're just a family of landed knights and Ondrew spent so much time at Sunkenwood serving Lord Lynderly that I don't think he realized what my uncle was doing. Nobody really cares about a lesser house like Weatherley so long as their tithes are paid and knees are bent."Suddenly realizing that Ser Laton asked her question, she looks up wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry for crying, Ser. I am. But no, I don't think Lady Palla would be safe at Squallfield. My uncle is probably rejoicing that I'm missing, if he cares at all. With my brother dead, the hall should go to me, but I've not the power to take it back from him." Jacelynn grimaces ruefully. "Inheritance means little without swords to enforce it, and the swords of Squallfield are more loyal to my uncle than to some wisp of a girl who pretends she's a squire," she says, gesturing weakly at her livery."Through All Weather," Jacelynn states to noone in particular. "Our words. When Ser Hace was first granted his name and lands, he took those words to honor the difficulty he had in leading Lord Lynderly's reserves across the Snakewood to help against some invading clansmen. It tells us that we'll fight through anything." She pauses to look at the weathervane, sun and moon of the House Weatherley badge. "It doesn't tell us where to get the swords we need to do it.""Forgive me, Ser, but I am tired after such a long day, and I can't begin to tell you how much I appreciate what you've done for Lady Palla and I. Our lives are truly in your debt. But I do need rest." Jacelynn rises from her stool and faces Ser Laton, curtsying with the hem of her livery. "Pray accept my apologies for my rudeness at dumping all of this upon you and asking you to leave. I hope that Lady Palla is feeling more rested in the morning. I'm sure she would like to tha - "A strangled yell of pain echoes from outside the inn, faintly heard in the windowless room, but reverberating strongly in other rooms. Instinctively Jacelynn drops her hand to the hilt of the sword at her hip, but her cheeks flush red with embarrassment at the though of standing should to shoulder with true knights.Shouts from down in the common room echoes up the hall to the rooms."What was that?""Out in the barn!""Is someone hurt?""Who's out there?""Ser Rolston's squire.""Is it clansmen?""The stableboy.""I don't see anything.""Haken set Talmond and a few guards to - ""Where'd that sellsword get to?"A loud clatter signals a few overturned benches as men in the common room spring to their feet."My mutton!"A Pentoshi accent shouts something in Dothraki, then continues in Braavosi, "You stay here to Merrillio. Whatever Agorn did, his fate is his own."</blockquote>

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