In the wake of the attack everyone was scrambling to try to get those who had been lost back and although he couldn’t claim to be that fond of anyone who had been taken, he had no intentions of sitting on the sidelines. With maps of the area closely studied and some more than helpful insight from Rosamund, he felt prepared enough to send word to the King in The North that he wished to meet. It seemed senseless to miss an opportunity to prove himself not only useful but potentially far more useful and willing to help than the Lions of the Rock.
Entering the tent with confidence his head bowed somewhat in his typical show of respect, polite smile forming on his lips as cordial words left them. “I appreciate you seeing me at such short notice, your grace.” It didn’t matter to him that the man before him was technically no king, he owed no allegiance to the children of Cersei Lannister and so it caused him little guilt to address another with respect. His pride did not smart at acknowledging that the other man might have a higher standing when it helped to have friend or at the very least acquaintances in high places.
With ease he settled himself into the seat across from the other man, more smooth words on his lips as he offered his proposal. “House Crakehall was lucky not to lose anyone to these bandits but we would very much like to offer our help in retrieving those taken. I know a number of Westerland Lords would join me in this.”
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