Solar of the Knight of Wailing Tower

[Ser Willis Blackfort]

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Willis moved his things into the rooms of the Knight of the Wailing Tower. It was little enough, and the solar alone was easily larger than anywhere he'd called home before.

[Lord Belric Blackfort]

Belric comes calling on Ser Willis, looking to discuss matters most important.

[Ser Willis Blackfort]

A servant had to fetch Willis, as after a few days of sitting about in the solar with no callers, he preferred to wander the expansive castle grounds. He turned up as quickly as possible, wearing a simple outfit and breathing a bit heavy from the stairs.

"Good to see you, Bel." He told the lord, not asking before pouring a couple glasses of wine and handing one over. He took a sip of the rather poor vintage (some men like the cheap sweet stuff, after all), not bothering to sit down. "Sorry to keep you waitin'. Gets a little lonely up here, and there's only so much of Ser Babyeater's books I can read before goin' cross-eyed and needin' a walk. What can I do for you?"

[Lord Belric Blackfort]

Belric was in no way a man who saw himself above cheap wine. He took the glass, offered his thanks, and drank from it heartily. "No need to apologize cousin, these towers are cold and hallow, I can hardly stand them myself." Belric looked around the room, as if trapped within the belly of the beast.

"That Innkeeper from the Unlucky Crab... the smart one with the loose tongue, not the crazy one who tried to fight me with his bare hands while I was in full armor... He mentioned a hideout, a pit near the Marlfort, where Skinner Jon and his men may be taking shelter. It does not sound like any place I have heard of, but I want you to investigate it. I will see to it that Shoreham and his men are compliant, we share a concern for the lawlessness in these lands." He took another sip of his wine. "Take a few scouts with you, see if you can't find this hideout and report back to me without being noticed. Take a few of those wirewood carvings just incase. If you're found, and they learn you're a Blackfort, they will likely kill you." He smiled wickedly, as if the prospect of danger alone was worth the risk. "But I'd imagine you could pass for one of their men if it came to it."

[Ser Willis Blackfort]

(This pre or post time jump?)

"Or a new recruit lookin' to join up, at least." He took a pull of the wine and considered the plan. "Should be doable. I'll grab a less distinctive shield from the armory, rub some dirt on myself and the others. Just look like any other pack of bandits. Now, when you say scouts...is that any of my choosing?"

[The Gambler]

(It's pre-TJ as the TJ will take place December 8. But as Belric didn't post the date, you know what that means. Curse of Harrenhal Flip: Heads. Re-Flip due to Belric's Curse: Tails. Result: You'll live.)

A piece of masonry in the ceiling above Belric's head, its mortar loosened by dragonflame and centuries of erosion, came free. The brick landed right atop the lord's head, leaving a gash that sent a torrent of blood down his brow. It looked far worse than it was, but would scar. More troubling was the almost certain concussion. Belric was not a man who had brain cells to spare.

(Belric takes a Medium Wound)

[Lord Belric Blackfort]

(Does anyone even know the date anymore? I sure as hell dont.)

[Ser Willis Blackfort]

Willis rushed around his desk, checking to make sure that Belric was breathing before shouting for someone to find the Maester.

[The Gambler]

(Considering your last thread in the Lord's Solar, it was the 27th, it was kind of up to you whether you came by that day or the next. Instead you just didn't post a date at all, so I'm just going to call it the 28th.)

Not only was Belric breathing, but he was still conscious.

[Lord Belric Blackfort]

Belric had to sit down, his head spinning. Were there sparks, or did he just imagine them? He had seen sparks before, when one rock strikes another. Considering how many times he had heard his head referred too as a rock, perhaps they had been real after all.

"The master?" He asked, face covered in blood. "Do you want to give me a headache too?"

[Ser Willis Blackfort]

"That's what you get for bleedin' all over my new chair." Willis answered, taking a look at the wound. "Hold still, lemme see how bad it is." He'd seen enough head wounds in his day to make a fair judge of them.

(Medical 20)

[The Gambler]

(+4 to Willis)

The gash is comparatively small to the amount of blood and Willis manages to patch the wound easily enough. As concussions, skull fractures, and brain hemorraging were largely medical mysteries at this point, that was the best he was going to do.

(Belric will be fine by the tourney, though may suffer the occasional migraine...even without Edmure around.)

[Ser Willis Blackfort]

Willis looked over his handiwork, decided it'd do, and returned to his wine. "You've seen worse. Anyway, what I was gettin' at - can I bring Dacey, or does she have somethin' else to do?"