lay me gently in the cold dark earth With Mountain deposed, there is nothing standing in the way of the Tundra returning to its position as a respectable kingdom. The Brotherhood has never been especially large and Errant has no grandiose plans for them. He only wants them stable and reliable, a bastion of strength in the north. For that to work, the black king needs to know exactly what they want of their kingdom, and of him. Raising his head, Errant calls for the Brothers. When they’ve arrived and each has been greeted with a nod, he begins to speak. “Mountain is gone, and we are free of his reign of madness. I do not know what damage he might have done to our relations with the other kingdoms, but it is time to see where we stand.” They have no grand maester to organize this knowledge, and Errant knows that the responsibility will fall to him until a man worthy of the title steps up. “I am inclined to extend alliance to the Jungle as well as to the Falls – for the use of their healing waters.” He pauses, looks around to see if there are any objections, and then asks for them in case there are those not willing to speak up until asked: “What are your thoughts on these matters? Should the Tundra have more alliances or should we stick to treaties? Are there kingdoms that we should be wary of?” i'll crawl home to her |
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