Within Your Reach

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  1. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    The new Lord Fossoway of New Barrel was a man with ambitions and planning. Often carefully calculated and with pride in his actions, he looked to finally increase the standing of his house, the proper House Fossoway. Coming to Brightwater Keep, otherwise known as House Florent's territory may have been considered odd, but in reality it wasn't anything that was certainly confusing. He was a new Lord of a holding and thus simply wanted to go carouse, make friends, and secure his status as a Lord of the Reach. House Florent just happened to be one of the houses in particular that he had interest in because it wasn't one that was especially strong and seemed to have individuals that were more or less within his status.

    However, when arriving at the keep and their surrounding lands, he found himself most disappointed? Why? Simply because Lord Florent was not there! Perhaps he should have sent a raven in advance requesting such a meeting, but he nonetheless found himself embarrassed with barrels of apple cider as a gift and no Lord to receive it because he was off at Kings Landing of all places. However, he would not let such thoughts deter him as he asked to become a guest at the man's keep until he was to return. Because turning away a man with gifts was relatively rude, he was welcomed with open arms with his cider and wine he had, A Dornish Red as he heard the Lord Florent had a familiarity with the desert.

    He came with but half a dozen men for safety, and the cart when unloading around a dozen barrels of cider, nearly seventy pounds of liquid in each were dispensed and placed in a place go be cooled, somewhere dark and welcoming, the tall man dismounted from his horse, the mare being lead to the stables as he gazed about himself. He came in hardboiled leather armor akin to a jerkin with padding, a bastard sword by his side, and a positive attitude as he'd happily keep the Florents in good company. Over the past weeks until the man would return, the Lord Fossoway talked jovially and with joy, discussing matters of bringing potential trade, friendship, and good relation.

    He in good spirit had not demanded large feasts as was guest right and privilege, but had instead simply ate casually alongside other Florents as if he were family, and nearly every night there was surely cider to be drank and laughs at the table. Upon the return of the Lord Florent, he might find at this point that Lord Raymond Fossoway was settled and relaxed in the fox den as at his very breakfast table, he'd rest, potentially eating alongside his family, perhaps a guard explaining the situation before he was to return go the great hall. Perhaps one of his family members had written in advance.
     
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  2. Reynard Florent

    Reynard Florent Lord of Brightwater Keep

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    Having both journeyed to and from King's Landing for the Coronation of Atem Lannister the large eared lord of the Reach was exhausted. Having left Brightwater Keep with six carts of wine, honey, and other trade goods the Lord now returned with only the Florent's trusted retinue at his heel. Fatigue nipped with every step his horse took.

    Yet in the distance he saw his home, his now pride and joy, as they crested a hill. Brightwater Keep, a beacon of hope in this instance for the young and troubled lord. Oh how he dreamed of returning to that soft, luxurious, stuffed bed. Sadly the day was still young and when a rider met them but a few miles he knew that rest would be delayed.

    "Hail Lord Florent," the man began. As they rode to the keep the soldier spoke highly of the company Lord Florent knew not he kept.

    Reynard sighed one of relief at Lord Fossoway's patronage, choosing not to take advantage of demanded rights to harm he and his family financially. "Ride ahead and send for Lord Fossoway, I shall meet him in the courtyard." With an affirming nod the outrider returned to do as instructed.

    When the gates creaked open for their Lord he was already dismounted, handing off to a stable-boy. Licking his hand he ran it through his hair, straightened his spine, and broadened his shoulders. Despite his exhaustion he would at least pretend to possess the fortitude he bore as a criminal sellsword.

    With his arms folded behind his back, hand clasping wrist, he took a militant stance to await the Lord of New Barrel, appearing taller than he truly was.

    Raymond Fossoway
     
  3. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    The moment when Raymond was summoned was the moment he knew that Lord Reynard had finally come home. In truth, while he was always the kind of man looking for good opportunities, he was also the kind of man that didn't obsess over them as well. When he claimed he came to be a friend to House Florent, that was really no lie. The bearded man standing 5'8" would promptly exit the great hall on his lonesome through the keep and past some guards which seemed perhaps somewhat used to his presence by now as he stepped forward to see the man in question. The tanned fox.

    Stopping around ten paces away from the man, he'd firmly nod his head in respect before looking upon the fellow. "Greetin' Lord Florent. Pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance. I've been waitin' quite some time for you. My name is Raymond Fossoway of New Barrel, and I've come 'ere to send gifts of Hard Cider and Dornish Red. I was hopin' we could share a bottle while we talk together of your exploits to the Crownlands. Though. You do look mighty tired, or at least should be from the ride."

    Gazing concerned at the fellow, he'd proceed to seat himself in the courtyard, brushing a plant over his shoulder before smiling a big charismatic grin. "I was hopin' to get to know my fellow Lords better and to make some new friends. Perhaps talk some notes about trade and or interests. Other than that, was thinkin' about seein' if you'd need any help with anythin' as of late. May I mention for a moment your family is absolutely fantastic. Thank you for havin' me, and I'd love to return the favor sometime. Hahaha!"

    That said, he calmly waited while stroking his beard, hoping he'd make a good impression and that he'd indeed make a potential close friend in the times to come. In his mind, there was no better way to a man's heart than his stomach, or his wallet, and by offering a helping hand, you made a man endeared. They were countrymen and being with good relation with a fellow never hurt anyone. Gregarious. This was Lord Raymond Fossoway.
     
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  4. Reynard Florent

    Reynard Florent Lord of Brightwater Keep

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    Reynard observed Lord Fossoway with a keen eyes before deflating somewhat as Raymond addressed him. Putting on a wide grin and pretending that the journey he had undertaken effected him little he stepped forward with an extended hand. "Lord Fossoway, your gifts are accepted with with open hands and awaiting palates. Grab a bottle of a red and we'll open it here and now." Sitting down himself the Lord of Brightwater Keep let out a tired groan.

    Raymond was a stranger to Reynard, not that he knew many of the Reach lords, but he knew the lord of New Barrel the least. While Lord Fossoway may be gregarious Reynard was more reserved, yet equally friendly. Spanning all of Westeros, and even beyond in some cases, the schemes of lords and ladies forced one to play a game of give and take. For every object given something of similar value was taken. Loathe the man who either takes too much or gives too little.

    Snapping his fingers he called for a servant to bring a pair of glasses before seating himself. Tugging on the lobe of his rather large right ear the Lord of Brightwater Keep smiled. "It was... Entertaining to say the least. King's Landing is a busy place, but one I'd like to visit again." He shifted to his right, leaning away from his chair as two clear glasses were set before them.

    Reynard licked his lips as he let the seconds go by to select the individual topics he would address. Others might deem this a trait of the slow, but he saw it as protection. A novice in all but ambition he would tread carefully around Raymond.

    "My family is the apple of my eye, no humor intended there, and it does me good to know you were treated well in my absence. Had I known I'd have prepared something special, but-" He rolled his hand before rubbing his wrist. "How fair ye and yours of New Barrel?"

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  5. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    Ultimately, the fellow would wait for the wine to be delivered and for the man to unwind a little bit before the conversation to continue. "I've always been more of a Arbor man myself, but then again, you get tired from drinking the same booze all the time wouldn't you?" If the bottle was delivered, there'd be a hint of struggle to release the cork before he'd tilt the bottle above his head to allow a trickle of the crimson to drip down his throat before offering the bottle to Reynard. Almost as if guaranteeing him it was safe to drink and that all would be fine. The formalities were nice, though he genuinely was interested in the goings of Kings Landing. Without much more cause or desire to make the man wait, he listened to how the man thought about his family. He gave good words. Hopefully the wine would bring more of them.

    A man who cared about his family was common of course, but that wasn't the same thing as them being the apple of the eye persay. As for him? "My family and I are getting along swimmingly. Except. Well...You're likely aware of Cider Hall aren't you? House Fossoway of Cider Hall? Tensions have been a bit high with them as of late, though with a river between us, it isn't as if there's going to be any particular issues that I can imagine. Things have always been tense." Not going too much farther into that yet, he slowly stood, gazing Lord Florent.

    "I was figuring I could talk to you about potential trade as well as a potential friendship. As you may know, House Fossoway has itself situated right along the road to Highgarden, and Cider Hall is right across the path where House Merryweather, Ashford, Caswell, and Meadows ship their goods down stream allowing them a tax revenue. I have decided as of late to enact a road toll for all wagons, merchants, and other roaming parties that look to pass New Barrel, but with the stipulation they receive a refill of supplies and water. As a result, New Barrel in addition to its normal trades and exports are doing rather swimmingly. So, now, I was looking to make friends with Reach lords."

    "You're a bit off from the road, but I was thinking. If I could work with House Florent and establish trade route? You could send goods down river to House Hightower and the Beesburys. You could also send trade goods to House Serry and perhaps Blackbar. With new material to sell, and someone giving a share of the cut for those goods? Both of our houses could get richer." It was a good idea in theory so he would think, though...Cider Hall was an incredibly desirable position. To control it would allow a trade that would make such a deal like this even faster and lucrative. To control both routes however? Absolutely a marvelous plan. A common theme among things.

    However, for now, he couldn't worry about which hold he was and wasn't lord of. He would focus on what he had to offer, and to foster a friendly demeanor as he smiled happily.
     
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  6. Reynard Florent

    Reynard Florent Lord of Brightwater Keep

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    Reynard leaned back in his chair, the old wooden thing creaking under his weight. He broke into a grin once the Lord had tasted his present before taking the bottle from Lord Fossoway and pouring them both glasses. Wine in hand he shook it in a circular motion before taking an even and controlled taste. Once more he lit up, his mind a flutter of sunlight days upon the the sands and the sandstone. "As good as I remember it, I spent many moons gallivanting in Dorne with my Hedge Knight mentor. This brings back many memories."

    In that moment Reynard began to visibly relax, his shoulders and spine slouched somewhat in a not-so-noble fashion as he regarded Raymond. "I am aware of the... Tensions, though not of the intricacies. Only these past few years have I been educated on the finer workings and history of the Reach and Westeros at large, education that was shirked in my younger years."

    His gaze followed the Lord of New Barrel as he rose to a stand, lifting his wrist to wipe away any remaining wine from his lips. "The offer is rather generous and I am always looking for more coin between, while our harvest has been well, the plague's toll was high, and our farmhands suffered the most." Lord Florent didn't stand, instead merely shifted in his chair.

    Fossoway seemed like good solid folk, as Reynard's father would say, and while his offer was sound on its own all things come with a catch. Another lesson his father taught him. "With this proposal your tradesmen will either have to cross the Mander River and travel to Brightwater on foot or move the goods down the Mander River before embarking on the bend, I would be willing to ply some gold into the construction or better maintenance of roads to facilitate. This seems like an agreeable arrangement, though we have yet to pen it."

    Reynard liked money, having lived a life as both a squire and a sellsword, he understood its worth. Kingdoms, cities, towns, all of them prospered through the exchanging of currency. An opportunity like this could generate enough supplemental coin to recoup what was lost and better prepare for the tumultuous future. The Florents would cooperate. Though in this sort of agreement, and the wealth gained from it, rested in the hands of Lord Fossoway of New Barrel.

    One should not rely upon things not entirely in their control, echoed his father's words.

    Raymond Fossoway
     
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  7. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    Luckily, there were plenty of things a man had the power to control. Namely, when it came down to it, Lord Raymond certainly had the ability to make a deal seem good. He wasn’t ignorant to the deal of the great plague, certainly not. However, it was one of the lords that was not so heavily affected by the powers of plague and disease. Far inland, he’d heard of the crippling devastation of the port cities of the land. Besides, when your neighbors were marcher lords that guarded the land from Dorne, one would find few people coming through to invade or escape, despite the fact many might flee to Reach for its prosperity or the presence of the Citadel. It was in other words, some troubling news to hear the suffering of other lords.

    One Raymond would make apparent with his gaze. “My Lord. It so happened to be during the times of the Great Plague that people have fled all around Westeros, and that New Barrel and the houses along the east of the Rose Road have received numbers of them. I understand the harrowing situation your people must have had, relying on harvest or trade with wealthy ports such as Hightower, or from your own ports.”

    With that said, he’d firmly hear the offer of Lord Florent to invest coin into a bridge, and with it, the Lord Fossoway was not so foolish to not see the implication. A new bridge that was convenient to travel over meant a new tariff, a tax. The man lightly brushed a hand through his beard before tasting the dark Dornish wine, taking in the light acrid taste before deciding to throw out a general offer, of which to test if the man was wise enough to accept.

    “I’ll send you...three or four hundred migrants to your surrounding villages as well as my Maester to aid in educating the folks on how to properly farm to help with your plague crisis. I’ll also invest some coin into this bridge of yours. In exchange, you’ll grant House Fossoway dual ownership of this bridge, will allow House Fossoway to cross over this bridge untaxed, and will also give a half of what this bridge earns in tax revenue or toll.” Building a bridge to the North East was smart. It would allow access to trade with other houses and a more convenient way for their trade caravans to reach the real money maker, House Hightower in a shorter amount of time. While the majority of the Houses on the West Coast did have naval presence, trade ships were limited in some ways, and it was always better to have multiple outlets of trade in case one soured, or took too long.
     
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    Reynard Florent Lord of Brightwater Keep

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    Reynard licked his lips. Fresh arms willing to fill the positions left empty by the plague is an offer Reynard couldn't refuse. Even if the rest of their deal fell through once the workers were on his land they would be under his employ, until they left of their own accord that is.

    The Florent stared into his glass. The bridge would be a strong asset between them, as much as he loathed to let the Fossoway claim half of it, the trade it would bring could fill his coffers. While the wealth gained would not equate to other houses of the Reach it would help elevate him steadily. Money was always in demand and much could be done with it.

    Setting the drink down he gave a short nod,"I can agree with that, as long as there are no additional strings attached to this bridge. The trade shall flow freely between us, without tax or tariff, untarnished. The bridge shall be garrisoned by a few guards of both our domains. Good, yes? Yes." He added the last confirmation more for himself as he sat straight, his lips creasing into a grin. Reynard was eager and he let it show.

    After a shallow breath he calmed himself and nodded. "It will be good to see caravans travelling near the Keep, a sight only seen after the harvest." He whispered into the ear of a passing servant who slipped away to retrieve something or other as the Lord of Brightwater Keep ran a thumb across his forehead. "This will have to be, of course, put into ink and the finances squared away. Bridge builders and laborers payed, but I believe those necessities can be dealt with through letters."

    Centering himself he gazed once more upon the standing Lord of New Barrel. "While I do not mean to demean the gravity of this offer of mutual benefit and friendship, you did stay as a guest of my home for quite some time. Is there more you had wished to discuss?"

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  9. Raymond Fossoway

    Raymond Fossoway Lord of New Barrel

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    The agreement was more or less mutually beneficial indeed. As Lord Florent seemed to convince himself that the dealing was good, Raymond Fossoway laughed with a hearty chuckle, raising his glass higher before drinking all of the red liquid down in a single long series of gulps. After making such talk, about writing in ink and concluding the details, Lord Fossoway nodded his head, but would also do so with a tilt of his head, realizing that it seemed that the man was indeed one that was easily enticed by offers and benefits, as every good man normally was. However, he slowly lowered his gaze before cracking his head lightly to the left and right in consecutive order.

    "Well, I was on a series of trips to make friends with Reach Lords, and it so happened to be that you were on my trip roundabout. Most places it was a simple stop and hello, but you weren't here. Besides, the place was so lovely and the people absolutely wonderful hospitality. I couldn't bear to leave so soon without seeing their lord and giving a sincere gratitude. It's always good to make close friends, and I had figured that seeing you're a lord much like myself, I would pay gaze."

    One might wonder what he meant by "like myself", but Lord Fossoway slowly limbered up, placing his glass beside himself where he previously sat. "Tell me Lord Florent. What was it like being fostered for a period of time in the Dornish territory? I hear the principalities are in a rather interesting power vacuum much like ourselves seeing all of House Martell's line had perished. I'd imagine the Stormlands may also be in a similar boot. I heard you were trained by a Hedge Knight from that land. Which makes me wonder all the more. Hrm...Well, how should I put this?"

    Slowly considering his words, he decided to give it a shot. "Perhaps you'd like to humor me in a spar. I wonder how good of a warrior you are. I haven't had a good fight in ages. There's no better way for two knights to get to know each other than a clash of their blades if I say so myself." Ultimately, he was prepared for a fun day of festivity with his new friend before heading home, and seeing the character the man might have, get to know him for a few hunts or so before deciding if he should inform him of his plot or not. After all, if it went through as planned, it could be just as valuable for him as it was anyone else. However, it would be a dangerous game to play. He would have to thread things carefully.
     
  10. Reynard Florent

    Reynard Florent Lord of Brightwater Keep

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    Reynard shifted forward in his seat as he observed the Fossoway and nodded absently while nursing the gifted wine. "Dorne is... Complicated. Where there is some modicum of stability in the Reach, Dorne is ever changing in its own way. Perhaps not as volatile as the past it is by no means less dangerous."

    "I'll humor you," the Florent spoke after some mental deliberation. Draining the last of his drink he rose from his seat, careful eyes appraising the Fossoway as he assessed his build and height as if for the first time. The Lord of Brightwater stood only an inch or two taller but lacked in frame when compared to the Lord of New Barrel. The Florent was neither meager nor toned and in a crowd could be mistaken for an average tradesmen were it not for his large ears and less-than-frugal fashion.

    While cut from the same cloth their relationship was sudden and built on the need for coin. While perhaps not shaky he would need to be cautious as the two associated with one another. He admitted to himself that he had already taken the a misstep surrounding his passive agreement to the Fossoway's suggestions concerning the bridge. Eager and ambitious, Reynard would need to temper his compliance in the future.

    All sought friendship but woven into the fabric of their reality was the unavoidable truth that all also coveted something. Woe the lord that did not accept this reality and planned for it accordingly. "I have some spare blades," he said snapping his finger to a servant. "Dull, used for practice against both imaginary and straw targets. If that is acceptable?"

    Giving the order to retrieve the weapons and clear the courtyard he dusted himself off and took a step away from the table.

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