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The Kingsroad, the largest and longest highway in Westeros. It led from Castle Black at the Wall to Storms End in the Stormlands, and for the multitude who use it for everything from trade to travel, it was a life line. For a lonely man atop a massive black horse, it was a starting point. Danton Grey literally stood on the road at one point, where the invisible border between the Riverlands and the North stood. He was leagues from Greywater Watch where ever in the seven hells it was hiding in that boggy swamp to his rear. He had been riding for days and was now looking into the Riverlands for the first time in 8 years. The man of 45 looked further down the Kingsroad, his stony blue eyes glaring at the patch of dirt and pebbles before giving it a scowl. He gruffed a bit, clearing some phlegm from his throat before giving a soft tap of his heels into the flanks of his horse to make the Stallion move forward. From that moment on until he reached his destination, Dan was in the realm of Edmure "The Young Fish" Tully.
It would be almost a fortnight before Danton came withing shitting distance of the Trident. He was tired, his Horse was tired, and both of their asses were tired. Danton wished he and his horse were back in their prime, they'd be at their destination before the sun rose. Sadly they were way past their prime and they could only sustain the mighty gallops for a day before they would be forced to rest. He could hear his old bones aching from sitting in Berks saddle all day, worse still he could hear Brerks bones aching. He looked ahead for a moment, a weak and sardonic smile crept across his lips as he beheld the Crossroads in coming into view.
Bout fucking time! he thought exuberantly egging Berk on to get them closer to the Inn so they could rest their weary head, at least for a few hours before getting back on the road again. As Horse and Rider sludged towards the Stables of Crossroads Inn, A stable boy approached them and offered to take the Reins of the Horse. Danton handed them to the boy as soon as he slid off of the saddle, releasing a heavy groan before leaning back to the sounds of popping. His eyes snapped open as he felt the release of pain and a sensation of pleasure as he heard each of his bones pop. "Damn!" he let out as he handed a couple of Stags to the boy, "Get my horse somewhere dry and safe then get yourself something to eat when you can!" he commanded. The boy looked at the two stags with wide eyes, looking up at the man and giving a nod and a smile. Before he left he felt a heavy hand touch his shoulder, "The First stag is for what I have said...The Second is to keep your mouth shut" he warned, his face betraying a stern gaze. The Boy gave a nervous nod before continuing on. Danton growled quietly before moving towards the inn itself, entering without drawing attention to himself as he looked upon what he would find inside...
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