Twilight Meeting (open)

[skittles]

The skys were dark as night was looming over head. Brianna had lost count of the days she had been traveling for, with her small company of men. A decoy had been sent south to Dorne, to purchase silks and fine cloths for the Queen,as she so gladly tasked her with. The timing was perfect for her to relay the information to the north. North? Yes, Robb and his banner men. The crown was now rotten in its core. The council and nobles could no longer be trusted. Of course Brianna held her allegiance to Cersei,but not when her life may become in danger. Not only hers,but so many others at the hand of this so called false king would stain him until the day he died. No,he had to be removed from the throne. Though this displeasure and distaste for the king was never mentioned to her ladyship. The fox sings sweet lies and the lion eats them all up.

So it was to the Riverlands to where the enchant of information was to take place. In return for the information, Brianna,the source would remain anonymous and she would return to Kings Landing,meeting up with her double and lavish the Queen in all that she had returned for her. A risky cover. Most times, other would be sent in her stead,much safer then Brianna leaving her hounds at home and heading to the cold north. Just north of the twins was her destination, the safest and narrowest crossing without having to make a pack with Lord Frey. That was the last man she would ever want to marry.

Hidden under the cover of tall dark trees, near the falcon shaped rock,she waited. The men of her party has disappeared into the trees and security, while one of her most trusted stood beside her. It wash`t going to be much longer, the sun was close to kissing the earth,and then they would meet. A man by the name of Allard,one whom she had never met before, but a trusted allie to Robb. Wind picked up and so did her cloak,slightly dancing in the wind before her attention was brought in front of her. He was here. A so the fox began the games.

[allard]

Everything about this... meeting seemed rather fishy from the start and it all left a bitter taste in his mouth. The only reason Allard had agreed to meet with this mysterious source of information was because of the fact that the North would need allies in the South, especially those that could tell them of specific plans and whatnot. Although, the their meeting place was within the Frey's territory, which was a bit concerning. The Reeds and Freys were old enemies, the later often tried to expand their territory into the Neck, but they were always unsuccessful. It was incredibly risky, for both parties, to meet in such a place... but no area would be safe regardless, so it was a chance they had to take. But Allard had to wonder, why would somebody so close to Iron Throne betray the royal family? There had to be something in it for her, or at least that's what he thought. Nothing was ever just as simple as living in times of false kings and war, there was always a catch...

North of The Twins was their destination, which was about a day and half's ride at the most for the Swamp-Dweller. Allard only brought a couple of guards with him, as to not attract any unwanted attention. The last thing the Reed wanted to deal with was a Frey spotting him... Lord Frey would certainly kill him for sure, or hold him for some outrageous ransom and force him to marry one of his daughters. The thought sent a chill down his spine, causing him to shiver a bit. To take his mind off the matter, Allard turned his gaze towards the dimming sun. It was almost time for the two to meet and he didn't want to be late. He led his few men to the landmark and climbed off his horse, handing the reins over to another. Allard's most trusted companion also joined him, just incase their little meeting turned out to be a trap of some sort.

Allard made his way under the cover of the trees and spotted two people. His body tensed slightly, but he remained calm and approached them. At first, Allard wasn't entirely sure what to say... he knew nothing about this woman, other than the obvious, and wasn't entirely sure how to address her. Regardless, he bowed his head respectfully. "Greetings, m'lady! I hope your journey was here was a safe one." Allard said with a smile, gently resting his hand on the hilt of his falchion. He dearly hoped that this wasn't a setup... the last thing he wanted to do was fight, but he was prepared to if needed.