Vanessa
**Sir Sterling Meese
The Road to Kelmore**

Having learned not to turn down a drink from Oreson, no matter how inopportune it may be, Sterling accepted the sherry sack from the portly knight, bringing his horse closer to the carriage. He took a single swig before re-sealing it, somewhat quelling the appetite aroused by the mumbled fantasies of food. "It's not necessarily that I *Want* Smaller text." He then coughed a few times due to the delayed burn of the booze. "I just get the feeling that it means something, and not knowing what it is unsettles me."

Sterling glanced at Heath on the other side of the carriage to see if he also wished to partake in the drink, but he at the moment seemed to pay no attention to them. It was unclear if he was suffering his usual morning crapulence or if something else was on his mind. Sterling instead extended it back to Oreson. "Thanks."
Sybil
Ser Oreson Buckle
The Road to Kelmore

Oreson, on the other hand, paid no mind to Heath, leaning up to snatch at his sherry sack and coming down quite ponderously to rest against the back of his cart. The sun was baking him and his face had turned a soft pink, but it didn't seem to bother him. 

"Then settle yourself, my boy," He said between sips. He had taken a fist full of nuts from the pouch beside him and was absent mindedly popping them into his mouth. "Perhaps when we come upon High Hexrakes we can ask them what they make of your bold invitation. We should be over the peaks and into the highlands by midday, isn't that right, dandiprat?" Ser Oreson looked up to his diminutive nephew, who sat at the front of the cart with reigns in hand, keeping the two palfreys pulling them at an even pace. The boy had forgotten to bring a hat and instead of letting him burn, Oreson had given him his own. The wide brimmed felt hat was slightly too large for his tiny head, though, and the boy had to keep adjusting it. 

"Hold onto those reigns verily, my boy. The mountains are treacherous places even for our sure-hooved friends. Ibethiel has always been a safe place for men of knightly valor, but many a picaroon have been known to make their home in these mountain passes. If we come upon any danger you come into the back of the cart and we valiant men shall—" Oreson yawned and closed his eyes, "Spring into action." 

He yawned again and spilt the rest of the nuts into his open mouth. He chewed on them as he placed his hands over his chest. After a moment of silence, a blue eye popped open to look at Ser Sterling. 

"Pray, what do you make of the Damsels Falke?"
Vanessa
**Sir Sterling Meese
The Road to Kelmore**

Sterling thought in silence for a moment before speaking. "I know that their house seat is Kelmore, where Goose's Green is located. They are probably the most powerful house in Ibethiel besides the Scheer's. Rather, they *Were* Until the Scheers took back the throne and Kron was run out of the kingdom. Then again, while I'm sure they've been a bit directionless without Kron, their holdings likely didn't vanish overnight. As for the daughters themselves, I know very little. However, I will guess if they are inviting some Feyshorian knights with no connection to them along with whoever else may be going, they must have a fair bit of confidence in themselves. In a few days, the world will find out if that confidence was earned or taken in hubris."

Before receiving the invitation, Sterling had known almost nothing, but in an effort to not look foolish in the presence of his host, he had asked those around him with any Ibbish connections what they knew. He hoped it was enough. "How about you? Have any of your storied adventures given you intimate knowledge of the goings on at House Falke?"