Hiding in Plain Sight (Open)
Jun 14, 2013 22:32:42 GMT
Post by Roose Bolton on Jun 14, 2013 22:32:42 GMT
Lord Bolton strode through the ruins of the old Crag, his hands clasped behind his back eyes looking out to sea, the sound of the waves breaking on the cliffs nearby sound like thunder in the distance. His mind wandered, going over what he had learned in the last few weeks, what he didn't know and what he simply couldn't account for. The Starks had rallied well and now held the Crag as a sort of makeshift encampment come stronghold, but they were weakened and low on man power but despite this the young Lord Stark seemed quite capable of keeping their morale high. His own men were dispersed through the ruins as well, several thousand of them swelling the ranks that mustered under the Wolf's banner along with other minor nobles and few people of note.
From his contacts with the North he knew that Winterfel once more lay in the hands of the north men, his own son acting as steward for the time being until the rightful Lord returned to take his place. until then he would oversee the city and keep it safe. This is what he had been told to do and this is what he had pledged would take up his every waking moment. So why was there something bothering the older Lord as he strolled the ruins?
The young wolf was sometimes unpredictable but so far had steered the course laid out before him...who knew what he might do if things changed abruptly. Roose was not a man who liked surprised, he preferred to be in control, to be the one in power, the one with the knowledge that others lacked and not knowing what was being planned next. It infuriated him but he had time for the moment...he was nothing if not a patient man and there were ways to guide peoples actions subtly as well as openly... he would just have to choose his moments.
From his contacts with the North he knew that Winterfel once more lay in the hands of the north men, his own son acting as steward for the time being until the rightful Lord returned to take his place. until then he would oversee the city and keep it safe. This is what he had been told to do and this is what he had pledged would take up his every waking moment. So why was there something bothering the older Lord as he strolled the ruins?
The young wolf was sometimes unpredictable but so far had steered the course laid out before him...who knew what he might do if things changed abruptly. Roose was not a man who liked surprised, he preferred to be in control, to be the one in power, the one with the knowledge that others lacked and not knowing what was being planned next. It infuriated him but he had time for the moment...he was nothing if not a patient man and there were ways to guide peoples actions subtly as well as openly... he would just have to choose his moments.
