A Game of Sleights [Victoria][Flashback]

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Tents sat enveloped in the darkness of the night’s sky, as he started his little journey to speak with his cousin. Yet his words no longer had a recipient, Silas just imagined the clamor that would take hold of the camp soon. The presence of twilight was upon his back as he made his way back to his own tent, surrounded by the tents of family and loyal soldiers. The sounds of the discovery could be heard in the distance soon to grow and bring about considerable disruption. The Lord of Tempest Gate moved to one the three guards stationed to protect his belongings.

“Rouse the men, and gather our provisions. We are moving out.” Silas nearly within his tent stopped directly before entry and faced the guard on his left. “Get my horse and wagon together and bring them immediately.”Never truly accepting of the endless parading of Renly his supplies were generally stored. Yet a few personal effects still resided in his tent. First went about grabbing his maps of the lands he may soon be contesting within.

Rolling them up with care and tying them off, Silas continued to rummage through his belongings for anything of value, monetary or otherwise.

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It was late, to say the least. No sensible man (or woman) was up at this hour. The twilight was proof enough, yet as it illuminated the Lord's back, it soon bathed another Wulfgar with its rays. Victoria Wulfgar, the sole daughter of Gordon Wulfgar and Silas' sister, hovered just outside his tent. Her left index finger placed to her lips, so as to silence the guards. It's not like she was a threat anyway. Now let's see, she had overheard the order to rouse the men, it was a wonder that they'd be moving out now of all times.

"My Lord, the twilight is not made for human eyes to gaze upon. At least decent men that is." ever subtle, Victoria was talking of sensible things.

Despite this, Victoria was clearly awake and had been for awhile. She'd been contemplating their actions. Not that she had a say in the affairs of their estate, as proof she was here; travelling with her brother to their destination. He sought to speak with their cousin but not the cousin she felt they should be speaking to. Especially considering the rumours that fluttered through the land. Of course, only one of these "cousins" was legitimately their cousin...

Thus the source of Victoria's late night musings played their course. Yet one did not simply question their Lord. So for now, she'd ease into the matter.

"Though one does not become the early bird if they're beneath their sheets..." she mused though mostly to herself, almost in whisper.