[Event] Well, my ship is in the Harbor

Greater than a thousand men pounded the road with hoof and boot, hauling standards of Direwolf and Battleaxe. They looked worn, maybe even freyed around the edges, but not tired. No, these men had been waiting for a moment in time, one slim sliver of relevance where they could do some good. At their head rode a stilted, longshanked man clad from head to toe in well-oiled ringmail, with an ornate helm shrouding his countenance, though all knew when hooves pounded in the north, chances are, the Axe was with them.

He called the thousand-plus men who followed him to a halt before White Harbor, shouting out in a stentorian tone.

"Lord Aodhan Cerwyn approaches, by leave of House Dustin. Call the Lord Regent!"