Strategy (Gregor)

[Alistair Creyon]

After a hasty visit to Silvershield, the place that he called home, and the castle that housed his family, he left for Harrenhall with his army. Once he arrived he took up residence in one of the towers, and took a long and hot bath. The castle was magnificent when he thought about it while relaxing in the tub.

After he was done, he got dressed and left for another room where he would meet with Gregor Clegane, the mountain that rides, to discuss strategy and plans for the Riverlands on how they would proceed. Personally, Alistair wanted to raid the lands to prevent the enemy from getting an income. But, he would ultimately do what Gregor told him to do. Alistair may have an army, Gregor was his commander until he recieved orders from lord Tywin.

[Gregor Clegane]

The Mountain sat in the empty hall, alone save for a manservant that continued to silently fill the huge goblet in the giants hands without a word. His mood was dark these days, he disliked being so far from home and his lands, he was not made to sit and lord over some foreign lands, he was put on this land to slay other men like no other could. Even the prisoners in the dungeons below didn't amuse him these days and the whores in the lands of the Keep took work for any amount of Dragons to be busy when the Mountains footmen came to find them.

And now he had to tend with some little squire shit sent to him by the Lannister cub, who rumour told was floating somewhere at the bottom of the blackwater bay. The news had lightened his mood briefly but soon the joy of that too faded. The guard outside the main hall, pushed the door open for Alistairr as he approached, quickly closing it behind him and leaving him to his own devices.

Gregor Clegane looked up from the goblet in his hand, his scowling face and deep cruel eyes unblinking as he looked the man up and down his powerful voice carrying across the hall,

"Well don't just stand there boy, out with it. Why did they send a whelp like you here to me?"

[Alistair Creyon]

Alistair got into the hall, which had a large wooden table in the middle of it. On each side of the table stood 6 chairs, and on both heads there also were two chairs. Other than that, the hall was fairly empty. As the guard closed the door behind him, Alistair saw his commander, Gregor Clegane, sitting in the chair at the far end of the room, with a servant silently standing behind him. Gregor asked why he was sent here. Alistair thought for a moment, and then replied.

"I am here because my lord, your lord, commanded me to march for Harrenhall. If you don't like it, I suggest you take it up with him. Now, we must discuss what to do as they have a pretty large army, almost on our doorstep. I think we should wait for them to attack Harrenhall, because if we face them in the field, they'll largely outnumber us and will crush us. Here, we have the afvantage of the walls, and if they assault them, we'll be more able to fend them off."

[Gregor Clegane]

Gregor snorted as Alistair spoke, draining his goblet dry before flinging it across the room where a servant scurried off after it, already shuffling back the edge of the hall to refill the cup, making sure to have it ready should his lord call. He rose slowly, one hand on the table, the wood creaking as his great weight pushed down on it, using it to rise to his feet, towering over everything in the hall including the young Knight that had been sent to him. His bare hand scratched at the thick beard growing on his chin as he looked down towards the end of the table,

"Let them come, the pup and friends will fall here. We took Harrenhal from them and we will keep it from them. If they want this shithole back they'll have to take it stone by stone."

His armour clanked as he moved round the table, his footfalls heavy on the stone of the main hall, the servants at the back of the hall wincing, half turning as if they feared what might happen next. The Mountain looked down into the face of the young Knight, a cruel smile playing on his lips,

" Bring a dozen Stark men to the walls, we'll show them what they can expect if they dare attack us"

[Alistair Creyon]

Apparently Gregor felt very confident about the battle that was bound to happen soon. According to him the Lannister army Alistair was part of, assembled here in Harrenhall was going to crush the combined Stark-Tully army. Alistair tried not to think of it too much, and so he walked up to the table and filled one of the empty cups standing on it with wine. He took a sip just as Gregor was telling Alistair to take a dozen of soldiers they’d taken prisoner, and to kill them on the walls and put them up for display. He quickly spit out the wine. Was he hearing this right? Did Gregor really want to kill twelve defenseless men?
Alistair didn’t approve of it, but even he knew that if Gregor really wanted to do it, there was not a single thing he could do about it. The mountain could pick Alistair up with one hand, even when Alistair would be in full armor. ”I can’t say I agree to this, for they can not harm us, but I’ll tell the men to do so.” He just said, a sour look on his face.

[Gregor Clegane]

The Mountain watched as the young knight took a cup and filled it, drinking deeply from it even as the much bigger man told him what he intended to do next. And by the look on the young mans face he didn't agree with what Gregor had planned, but just as he suspected the little man had no backbone. He had heard of House Creyon of course, but would have considered them to have more constitution than was on show in front of him now. Despite his voiced objections and the expression on his face, the Ser from House Creyon assured Gregor that it would be done and the men would be waiting.

"You don't approve? You think we would receive any better from the Starks after killing their brothers, their friends?"

The Mountain spat, eyes taking in the expression on the other knights face,

"You would have a better use for them than putting the fear into their friends?"

[Alistair Creyon]

Alistair stood there, listening to what the mountain had to say. Apparently Gregor thought that the Northerner army would not show them mercy to themafter slaughtering their brothers and friends. Before he could say something however, Gregor spoke again. Now he asked Alistair whether he had another use for the prisoners. He thought for a while before coming up with a use for them.

”Spare them, and then put them to work. Harrenhall still has work to be done before it is ready for a siege. Instead of wasting our men on that, use the prisoners. That way a majority of our own men can focus on more important matters. Training, and preparing themselves for one example.” He said calmly. It was actually a good solution because they wouldn’t get killed, and the soldiers could do other things.