Lyanna rose from the hill she had been sitting on to see an older Jonathan Baker rides out from The Cauldron seat of House Baker, A dark and stout tower with the Hamlet of Bakersville surrounding the Tower, twenty horses followed the Knight with a the 100 archers following the Crannogwomen, Aigne Rivers & Shiel Rivers. The men of the Cauldron met the Assembled hosts of the Riverlords all under a Banner of Mokingjays on a yellow backround. Across the field an army of dead men and Drowned mouthless men, Above them stood two figures one whose armor shone like light with pale blue skin and shining blue eyes, and the other whose face was twisted into that of some sea gargoyle. Lyanna heard warhorns from the distance, Hah-Oooh Hah-Oooh Hah-Oooh with each horn blow bleeding into the next. The two armies began to charge at eachother. As the two run eachother Lyanna “Snow” jumped up from her bed in a cold sweat the sun cresting over the Mountains of the moon with Cara, the shaggy wolf with black fur and grey streaks through out, looking at her master.
Vesnah rose from bed looking at her husband, an all around average man, She rose from her bed and broke her fast with bread, Cauldronborn, and two apples. Vesnah then walked towards the Cauldron. She climbed to her position on the Grainery close to the tower. The trestle board covered with smudges as Vesnah tried to figure out how to expand some of the Cauldron’s doors to compensate for Ser Jonathan Baker need to be carried throughout the keep. Vesnah was broken out of her concentrated state when Pate the Archer called out for her. “Wotan requests your presence for lunch.” Pate yelled with a gormless look on his face. Vesnah gave the bowmen an imperious stare before moving her tools under cover. “Why you moving your tools?” Pate asked scratching were his chin should have been. “To keep them dry,” Vesnah said calmly walking briskly towards the tower.
The doors of the hall glided open as Vesnah walked into the dining hall and sat at her usual place close to the Lord Baker on the other side of Wotan Rivers. Jonathan was carried into the hall by two of his Crannogmen Cousins, daughters of Wotan, the two women were loyal retainers to a fault. The meal was bread, wine, cheese, and lamb haunches covered in gravy. Wotan, the bastard brother of Lord Tristifer Baker rose and asked Vesnah to give her recommendation on how to proceed with the planning on how to modify the tower to better acomidate the heir of the house. “The Cauldron may one day be his keep but that day is not today.” Lord Tristifer snarled out contempt dripping with every word. “Even so we must prepare for that time when …” Wotan stated to say
When the Lord Tristifer got up and yelled “Enough Talk! I will hear no more today.” A thunder clap following his words as he slammed the door. The rain quickly followed. Vesnah was reading on the origin of the blood feud between House Frey and House Reed. This when on until Pate the Archer rushed into the hall, his steps making wet plops with each step. “Some lord is commin’ up the King’s road with a large procession Quellon thinks he means to stop here.” Pate reported. Lord Tristifer leaned forward “And when will this host arrive in Bakersville?” Pate sucked on his lower lip, “‘bout now M’lord.” A vain pulsed in Lord Tristifer’s forehead. “Open the Gate or I swear I will open you head!” He Yelled face turning red. Pate quickly began to run fell onto his face picked himself up and ran all the way to the portcullis and opened the gate. The procession marched in their leather arming caps soaked so much that some of the ropes were disintegrating. One of the guards blew on a horn with only wet noises coming from the bronze instrument, he gave up and made the horn call himself. “Introducing Ser Stevron Frey, heir to the crossing, and protector of the Twins.” On the guards had yelled looking at his compatriot with the horn. Ser Stevron walked in puddles forming with ever step. “We sent ravens telling of our arrival.” Ser Stevron wiping the the water from his eyes. “We received no such ravens! Do you…” Lord Tristifer managed to say before a raven flew into the room landing infront of Wotan. “Corn!” Cawwed the Raven as if expecting a reward. Wotan undid the binding around the note. “Dear Lord ”/characters/lord-tristifer-baker" class=“wiki-content-link”>Lord Tristifer Baker See Stevron and a party from House Frey will be meeting you to charge you with keeping the King’s Justice in regards to a growing feud between houses Tullystone and Dulver." Wotan read the letter and the only sound was the dripping of Freys and the pounding of the rain. Ser Stevron and Lord Tristifer began to laugh, as the two’s laughter filled the Cauldron as other joined the old friends.
The feast was meagre as soup, bread, and Cauldronborn were the only items shared between all of the guests. Ser Jonathan was carried off by the two Crannogwomen, Vesnah and Black Walder left the feast to find a secluded room, and Lyanna drank a great many Frey’s under the table. The two friends spoke in hushed tones as the embers died and Luanna stumbled her way back to her bed.