Christy
Lady Chastity Blacktomb
The Iron Plaines

Chastity and Tybalt halted their forces, hearing the sound of nearby foot soldiers and someone crying out. From their banners it could be made out that it was House Wrencrest. Tybalt went stiff and his voice went flat with annoyance. "Lord Tyball?" 

Chastity laughed delighted, and trotted her horse out to meet the Wrencest lord with Tybalt grudgingly following. "Don't be petulant, it isn't as if he's that familiar with you." 

The Blacktomb's we're not the most well connected or powerful of houses. Their grandfather had been a mad recluse, refusing to leave his castle and eventually confining himself to his own quarters until his death. Their father was significantly fond of solitude himself and was a notoriously bad host. Along with all this while the Blacktomb's traded with the houses supporting Carter during the rebellion, none of them actually left the Bastard's Crypt during the war. 

Besides that it wasn't as if Tybalt knew his name either, he struggled to remember the names of nobles he couldn't remember meeting. 

Approaching the man, it became apparent that it was Lackner and not Bennard. His stout stature and detectable drunkenness identified him clearly enough: 

Chastity gave a short bow to him from her horse and looked towards Tybalt, waiting for him to introduce them to Lord Lackner. He failed to do so, instead staying silent with his arms crossed out of childish spite. "It's Tybalt, your lordship." Tybalt announced with obvious sarcasm.

Chastity tightened her grip on the reins of her horse. She wished that she could hit him with the flat side of her sword, like she used to during training. 

"Lord Lackner, may I presume? It is an honour to meet you, your accomplishments on the battle field are incredibly impressive." Chastity greeted him with a slightly stiff voice. 

"Please forgive my brother, he hasn't been well good sir." Hopefully Lackner could sympathise with illness from over indulgent drinking.

"I am Lady Chastity Blacktomb, I have come to offer some guidance but I defer to your expertise. Please let me know if you need anything."
Ramiro
Sir Lackner Wrencrest
The Iron Plaines

Lackner lifted his head to her words of praise. It had been a long time since someone had expressed such admiration for the man he once was. She was both confident and duly deferent. If it wasn't for that ridiculous thing on her face, he might have been able to take her entirely seriously. She seemed worthy of his attention, at least.

"It's *Sir* Lackner." He turned his face to Tybalt. His skin was deathly pale, and his cruel eyes were a pale blue. "No need to be so peevish, Lord Tyball. I hope you won't take too much offence if one of Nathaniel's men spears you through the gut. Come along, we need to keep moving."

Lackner raised his bevor over his mouth and put his gaze ahead of the army as he rode on. He reached around for a wooden flask that he found was, tragically, not on his person, and swore under his breath. The growingly impatient knight-commander threw a glance at the two Blacktombs. "How much do you two know about the situation?"
Christy
Lady Chastity Blacktomb
Iron Plaines 

Tybalt was going to say something snide, even through the stationary armour on his face Chastity could tell, before she cleared her throat and stared at him for a moment.

Tybalt stiffened and returned his attention to Lord Lackner. "Of course, my apologies Sir Lackner." He offered in a slightly less disrespectful tone. "I doubt any situation like that would come to pass however. And if it did, I can say with confidence I would spit in his face." He couldn't seem to resist adding.

Chastity rolled her eyes at him, under her mask. She then noticed Lackner's searching for a full flask. While she admired his efforts as a knight during the war and under Quinton the Cruel, Chastity also understood that he'd undergone multiple misfortunes and could be a liability because of this. Chastity refused to have him jeopardise this campaign. 

"We are aware that Nathaniel has marched into Castle Barrmount, during the wake of Rodrick Barrmount. That there has been plague in the area and we are taking cautions to catching it." Chastity informed him. 

One of the more annoying measures that their father had insisted, on was the burning of all clothes worn during their travel. Chastity didn't enjoy the prospect of having to burn even one of her specially altered corsets and the dresses she'd made by hand. As such she was wearing the black winter dress she'd made during the Brother's Rebellion. It wasn't her best work, embroidering the sigil of her house- a buzzard- resting upon a pile of bones was a tad... Gauche. It was regrettable to lose the nice pattern for the under dress and the warm even coloured fur that she'd used for the bell sleeves though. 

Chastity watched Lackner closely. "We have brought a crate of wine up with us, if you'd like we'd be happy to share it in celebration after our victory." She put forward firmly. 

Hypocritically, Tybalt chortled at this before playing it off as a cough.