Riverrun; After the end of the events

Illness was nothing to joke about, it became clear to Maric. The siege of Storm’s End had, of course, taught him that, but Maric had managed to make it out without ever seriously being ill. Which made it that much worse when he had come down with an illness during the feast. He hadn’t even been able to participate in the tourney. It was a rather depressing state of affairs for him, but so it was.

Still, now everything was over and he had done nothing. Absolutely nothing. Connections were not established, he had not gotten a chance to participate in the tourney, and to top it off, all he had eaten for the entire time was broth that could go down easily. It barely had a taste.

At least he was feeling better physically, even if he was incensed about the rest of it.

He saddled his horse and got on with a sigh, feeling weaker already after having not been able to move around as he wished to. He would need to double- no, perhaps triple- the amount of time he spent in the yard to make up for it. But he could worry about that when he was back in Storm’s End, at least in theory, given he was already worrying about it now.

”If I was in this shape when the Dornish attacked, I’d be worthless,” he thought to himself.

He gave a look around now, somewhat annoyed. Even if he was ready to leave, many of his retainers were still getting prepared. By the looks of things, he still had roughly an hour to kill.

Vexing. And after all of the time he had spent trying to instill in them the virtue of discipline. They would not hear the end of it on this road, that he had promised himself. Was an early ride really that big of a deal to these people? He was up before Dawn every morning regardless of how horrible he felt. He took a swig of a flask of wine he kept at his side, grumbling to himself.

But while he was here, perhaps he could at least try to speak with the remnants of those who were at Riverrun still. Not like he had anything better to do as he waited for his party to get ready.