Edric Tully, Scion of House Tully, once more awakes in Riverrun. The morning is calm and warm as the sun has begun to peak over the horizon. There once was a time, when he was younger, that he disdained waking up with the sun but it is now simply part of his routine. Making sure not to awake his wife as he rises and then descending the stairs to the main floor of Riverrun, he finds his personal guardsmen awaiting him.

Shark and Turtle seem to be in good spirits this morning as they follow Edric at a more brisk pace. It seems as though the other Tullys have not yet awaken. This is not uncommon. He goes to the mess hall and retrieves a small snack while the kitchen staff are preparing for the morning meal.

Out in the courtyard Edric strings his bow and takes these few silent hours in the morning to practice archery. The grounded and unmoving targets set forth for common practice are far too easy for him, but they serve as a good warm up.

Now more limber, Edric has his guardsmen throw targets through the air and hide them so that they are just barely visible. With each shot, he feels more awake, more alert, and after near two hours of practice he feels ready to truly start his day.

Standing up tall and with the well know noble pride, Edric takes to his study where a few notes have been placed upon his desk. Short reports as to what goes on in Riverrun and a new one from Winterfell. The Stark’s boy had died. He knew of the rising tensions and that this sort of thing was inevitable. Still, he cannot help but feel as though this might be the start to something…something bigger. Bigger than the previous two wars that raged and perhaps even greater than the one his father had waged before his birth. Something had changed and the air felt a bit less steady.

Now, scribing down notes and instructions to those under him, Edric decides it is about time for a break.

Edric takes this time to go down to the holding cells where he finds Trout preparing a stretching wrack for one of their current guests. The device it crude but effective, and Trout’s own demeanor and size help with the mental act of torture. Taking a stroll to the prison cells, he comes to an occupied one where a thin man sits shaking. The man looks up to Edric with eyes filled with regret and fear. He begins to speak, “Please, whatever you want I’l…” Edric holds up a single finger, and the man knows what this mean. No more talking. He makes a small gesture and his guardsmen open the cell and pull the man out. The man knows that if he remains silent, it will go quicker. Edric likes silence. He turns away and heads back to the mess hall where he takes a seat beside his brother's child Jeyne as she eats her morning meal.

All without a word.