GMRO

Rickard grinned with pride at his daughters merchantile nature. "She is a good daughter. Lots of work across multiple nations. It's all up from here."

Ser Rickard found himself concerned, but hopeful for the future. As he squinted closer at the missive, he took issue with a list of titles. "I may dislike the Ruthern cousins in Balian, but Reutov is their title. Why does the Queen of Balian take it for herself?"

The old king settled sleepy eyes upon his cupbearer. The boy he had seen pour his drink now turned to Carrion. A fighter, he had lived up to his mettle as a Weiss. A lion of the north. "You did well. Be at peace." Said Karl.

Ser Rickard gave a big thumbs up supporting his local troops. "Join the Brotherhood today! Or else."

You’re all heroes and you deserve all the credit for the work you guys did in and out getting it together. Amazing work to you all.

An old Irehearts heart swelled with pride, Thorgrim Ireheart could not help but grin as his great grandson found adventure and plunder in lands of the Elves.

frog man

"Any darkspawn likely left the moment ink was put to quill. Vengeance for the Queen on those who harboured these beasts for so long." Spat the Ruthern Knight, Ser Rickard.

“Any Owynists come up onto the mountain they’re getting shot.” Remarked one Lord Ruthern. “Our own monastery plans are already under way, are they not?” He turned his eyes to Rhys. @ReveredOwl

“Scum rises to the top, so is the same with any want of a Crownlands. You would never find a larger place of scum and villainy than in any Imperial capital. This society has killed off any want I may have had for unification, you always see the same pencil-pushers come to the forefront in the old Imperial days.” Lamented Ser Rickard of Haense.

Ser Rickard stared at his youngest child with suspicion. “Visions of death and destruction are never a good omen.” He commented dryly.

Ser Rickard stared at the dead Hyspian covered with a tarp after the agreement was signed. He grimaced, but hoped that the new Princess would do well for her people.

Ser Rickard smiled at the letter for his daughters murder mystery, whilst he may not be able to attend it was likely for the best.