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.