On, To The Sea

Gallbarts hands crossed lazily over one another, the underhand gripping the horses reins loosely. The rhythmic trot of his steed relaxed him, and allowed him to focus.

It was not a day past since he had left his host, under the command of Jory Snow, bastard son of Jorah Huth. Though a bastard, he was an honourable and God fearing man, in whom Galbart knew he could place his trust.

As they approached the gates of White Harbour, the city seemed sullen and quiet, as if it were shunning the approaching me. Nonetheless, they pressed forward, til at last they crossed paths with a man, scurrying along the road.

"You there. I am Lord Umber, and have come to treat with the Frey who holds White Harbour. Bring me to him, and you shall be richly rewarded."