We Are The Vengeance

BLACKWATER

ROBB'S WAR CAMP

Vivian is sitting inside her tent, running a cloth over the blade of Dark Sister; Lucan walks inside the tent

Lucan: Are you afraid?

Vivian: I would be lying if I said I wasn't. You?

Lucan: A little.

They chuckle. He sits down, placing his hands on his knees

Vivian: I've noticed you have been spending a lot of time with Ceira.

Lucan looks up at her for a second then looks away

Lucan: Robb told you?

Vivian nods her head, smiling

Lucan: I don't know what the hell is going on with me. Ceira's, she's.........no one has made me feel this way......

Vivian: Alissa?

Lucan sighs but nods his head.

Vivian sheathes Dark Sister and stands up. Lucan stands up as well as they leave the tent, walking through the camp.

ELSEWHERE

Rickard, Victor, Gabriel, and Aaron are inside Rickard's tent looking down at a map of King's Landing

Aaron: If the city falls, Stannis will burn every Lannister he can find.

Victor: Would he harm Sansa?

Rickard: I want to say no he wouldn't but knowing Stannis, I wouldn't put anything past him. Not while he has that red witch whispering in his ear.

Karden and Glenn enters into the tent.

Karden: I have a question

Aaron: Okay

Karden: This witch Stannis has. How old is she?

Everyone look at each other for a long moment

Rickard: Honestly, we don't know

Gabriel: I have heard she was around during the time of the Dance.

Victor: I've heard that as well. Through I've heard she's been around a lot longer.

Glenn: How is that possible?

Rickard: I have heard of spells and rituals ones can do to extend their lives.

Aaron: Also, Jarson sent a raven informing us the Lannisters has Wildfire.

Gabriel and Victor: What?

Karden: That is all Cersei, isn't it?

Rickard: I know that is all her. I am more worried about Theordore. He's currently in King's Landing

Gabriel: Ser Theodore is a mighty warrior. He will survive the coming battle, my lord

Aaron: Aye.

KING'S LANDING

Sandor and Theodore walks into a tavern. Bronn has a whore across his lap.

Bronn: Welcome, friends. This round's on me.

THE HOUND and Theodore stand in front of a table. The two men sitting there move for them, silently. They sit down. Theodore drinks from the mug sitting there.

Bronn: (whispering) I don't think they likes me.

The HOUND: You think you're a hard man?

Bronn: I know it.

Bronn: It's warm in here. We've got beautiful women and good brown ale. Plenty for everyone. And all you want is to put one of us in the cold ground with no women to keep us company.