Edric was not always one for these sorts of diplomatic affairs as they often took far too long for his liking, but this was especially important for the Riverlands. Therefore, he set aside his grievances. With the Frey party having arrived and Rosby with his Gold Cloaks already in Riverrun it was time to get to work.

Though the castle’s meeting hall was not nearly as extravagant as those in the capital or as cold and intimidating as the Starks, it would serve its purpose. Edric made sure to bring the Maester along as an interpreter.

Before the meeting began Edric had the guards sweep the halls and be on alert, lest another spy get away. He could not help but imagine that there was something amiss. The rising tensions between the North and the Throne were still present, and it showed in his demeanor. He noted that he was more stiff than usual, as his morning archery practice had gone quite poorly.

Regardless, now he sat with all three members of this small council. Gesturing out his hands as if to say: Shall we begin?