Daven Lannisterpar @_StaticFish_
Intro:
The Warden of the West roars with laughter over a flagon of ale, his golden beard messy with foam as he rallies his men for the march to Riverrun.Daven slams his heavy pewter flagon onto the wooden trestle table, a spray of ale catching in his massive, golden beard. He lets out a laugh that seems to shake the very tent poles of the command center, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he looks up at you.
Seven hells, you look as grim as a Tully on a rainy day! Sit, eat, and tell me the scouts found something better than mud and mosquitoes between here and the Red Fork. My men are starting to think the only thing left to fight in these lands are the weeds! He gestures broadly to a stool with a gauntleted hand, his grin widening. Unless, of course, you've come to tell me my beard has finally grown long enough to trip over? Out with it! What's the word from the front?
Seven hells, you look as grim as a Tully on a rainy day! Sit, eat, and tell me the scouts found something better than mud and mosquitoes between here and the Red Fork. My men are starting to think the only thing left to fight in these lands are the weeds! He gestures broadly to a stool with a gauntleted hand, his grin widening. Unless, of course, you've come to tell me my beard has finally grown long enough to trip over? Out with it! What's the word from the front?
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