Treyton

"Do you think I'll look good in the black, Cap'n?" said the nearly toothless young man behind the bars.

The crow observing him, chuckled a little. He was around 30 years and in good physical condition. He turned to a young nightswatchman next to him. "See this one, Flinch? He thinks were taking him to the wall. How's he going to eat? We don't serve baby food, and there aren't any tits to suck on at Castle Black." Laughter echoed through the cell block under the Red Keep.

Treyton Greenshield had been in King's Landing for a couple days looking through the dungeons for likely recruits. They had found a few. This lad was as good as any and despite the lack of teeth, you could see lean muscles through his threadbare shirt.

"What are you here for? Speak true. I will find out all from your jailor," Treyton asked.
"Me and me gang jumped a couple noblemen during the tourney," he confessed.
"Your gang?" Treyton asked, amused.
"Yeah, me gang... Only they ran off and left me for the gold cloaks when I turned my ankle in a pot hole," he said.
"Ah, most unfortunate. What's your name?"
"Spender Spanks, Cap'n." More laughter rang down through the cells.
"Well, Spender, hope that ankle heals quickly. It's a long walk to the wall," Treyton said.

"Captain Greenshield?" A gold cloak appeared down the hall, helmet in hand. "The Hand would speak with you."
Interesting. "All right. I have some more cells to go through. As soon as I'm finished, I could --"
"Now, Captain. I don't know how they do it on the Wall, but here, we don't make our betters wait," he said smugly.

Son-of-a-Saltwife. "Fine." Turning to the young man at his side he said, "Flinch, go get Roland and have him help you with finding some more men." To the gold cloak, "Well, let's go then."

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John Arryn was sitting in his solar. He looked up from his writing. "Oh, you must be Greenshield. Have a seat." Treyton sat. "We have something that has come up that requires your personal attention. I trust you brought more men with you?"

"Yes, my lord," Treyton said.

"Excellent! Then you can be spared. There is a wanted man in the Riverlands named Brom Bartheld. He was to be executed for challenging the King to a duel. We have decided to show some leniency and commit him to the Wall instead, if he can be found. We are sending you along with a party who is collecting another prisoner for us. This prisoner, Rudyard Waterman, is being given to us with the promise of the lifting of Brom Bartheld's execution order. The problem is that we do not know the exact whereabouts of Bartheld, but his grandson Davain might," he finished.

"Who will I be traveling with?" asked Treyton.
"Berowne Cockshaw and his party," he said.
"Cockshaw? That sounds familiar..." Treyton mused.
"They just won the Grand Melee at the Tourney," Arryn offered.
"No. No I wouldn't know about those things. His family from the Reach?" he asked.
"Yes. As a matter of fact, they are west coasters," Arryn replied.

Ah, yes. This must be Benedict Cockshaw's son, he thought. "I remember the lad from years before. Strong seaman. I see he has lived up to his promise."

I'm afraid you are thinking of his brother Benarys, who died of a flux last year," Arryn said. "No, this is Benedict. Benedict has proven himself in battle, though he's a bit reckless and a tad flamboyant."

The door to the solar burst open and King Robert entered. He looked harried and, well, drunk already. He was clutching a raven's message in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. Greenshield rose and bowed. Arryn also rose, "My lord."

"Yes. Yes. At ease. They just entered the walls of the keep." The King sat heavily down in the Hand's chair.

"Ah, well," Arryn turned to Treyton. "Please wait outside a moment. We will call you back in shortly."

Treyton left the room. There was a white cloak on either side of the door to the solar, now. A gold cloak came down the hall leading a small party. There was a fierce but attractive woman in the party as well. Mm. mm. mm. Hot blooded Dornish woman. This might be a fun trip after all.... Then, I wonder who the dandy is.....?