The come hither looks and the sly smiled beguiled the young boy. Too bad he didn’t turn away in distaste like the young lordling had earlier. The serving boy anticipated a fun romp in the pantry, not to end up on a menu.

Finished with his grisly task, Afif, stole the body away into a privy hole, and let the evidence fall far below. He cleaned up and returned to the banquet which was well under way. The Arbor Gold had been well received by the lady, but that was long gone. Ser Tygor Wyl was well into his wine cups and was reiterating his request to the young Whesley Steadwater for the third time.

Rebels were coming into the Boneway, and causing trouble for the Dornish. The Stormlander raiders were calling themselves Blackbolts. They were being led by Ser Aidan Storm and had the full support of Beric Dondarrion. However, things were escalating, and the Red Viper threatened to come up from Sunspear and deal with the rebels himself, which would most likely lead to a full blown war. Hopefully, something could be done about the rebels, or the other storm lords could be convinced to withdraw their support.

The day after the banquet, the Steadwater contingent made their way up the Boneway to go to Black Haven and talk with Dondarrion. On the way, they met up with the knights of Carmayar, who were superb archers. Steadwater bandied words with them, and were unable to sway them to lessen their support of the Black Bolts

At Blackhaven the travelers were met with Ser Gennady Shanin, who sported the stolen sword that belonged to the Wyl family. Tempted to slay the young man, Abu, had to keep his hand from yanking his sword free. There was a wall full of archers watching, and a town full of bystanders. So, instead, they peaceably made their way into the keep.