The mourners' escape

It had been a good number of days since Lady Lyra passed away; Lyn didn't know how many. He didn't care, either. The past few days had been just filled with grief for him and his son. Lonmouth held his liege's letter in his hands, scanning it once again. Lyn came to the conclusion that he shouldn't miss the wedding of any Tarth.

He would go.

At once, Lyn summoned his son and began to prepare the horses. A small group would accompany the two; 20 in all. Just enough to get there, not his army.

Lyn believed that getting out could help him and Durran possibly recover more. Beyond that, Lyn was the best swordsman in the realm; renowned for his skill, and still young. He would have to remarry.

Right away, Lyn set off for Storm's End, once again, where he had docked his one cog, a gift of Lord Tarth. There, he would set sail and pray he made it time for the wedding.