[Event] Look For The Truth

Having spent the day at the Smitten Kitten combining both business and pleasure, the Dornish contingent had split into three groups just after dusk and gone their separate ways. Delonne had given them enough information to go on before their adventures in King’s Landing and they walked up the Street of Silk with determination. The pair had chosen not to take any guards with them, partly out of pride and partly out of confidence. A light snow had fallen while they had been inside, and Oberyn swore as he walked through the sludge, breath misting the air with every curse.

He had still refused to put on any warmer clothes, wearing a long red doublet. His boots protected his feet from the cold and he had his spear on his back and a dirk on his hip as he navigated the streets of King’s Landing. Carson was wearing a simple black tunic with a yellow cloak flapping in the wind behind him, his longsword on his hip. He was a skilled fighter and a hot-headed individual like Oberyn, and not the person Doran would want speaking on Dorne’s behalf, again like Oberyn. He was the youngest of the Blackmont brothers and Oberyn’s favourite due to his personality, though he was easy to look upon as well.

It was easy to see when they reached their destination, with the guards outside wearing the unmistakable bone hand sigil of House Drumm. The two approached the door before being stopped by the guards.

“Ser Carson Blackmont and Prince Oberyn Martell, here to speak with the Lord Regent. Be a good boy and fetch him for us, will you?”