Late. Late late late.

Avid Dan had found himself wandering in circles for months through the Riverlands, and not in the way he had intended. Perhaps something was wrong with his mind, or his eyes, but every village had looked the same. His old familiar routes were suddenly bizarre, and the world was not quite as it should be. Maybe he was getting too old to venture south. Maybe it was time he died somewhere warm.

Shaking away the thought, Avid rides his horse gently through the outer hedgerows leading to the formidable fortress that was the Golden Tooth. He hadn't been this way in many years, and that time he had gone via the Banefort, he mused. Perhaps things had changed here.

Looking at the walls, it seemed as if he had to pass through the castle to get to the Westerlands themselves. Disappointing. Riding up to the gate, the Dornishman pulls the letter out of his pocket and waves it lazily at whatever guards could see the gate approach.

"Wandering Crow, come south to fetch recruits. I have a letter from the Lord Commander as proof. Don't suppose a Crow could get some wine for the road?"