He was familiar with the job at hand; the usurper sat in Lord Neville's throne, drinking deeply a cup of brandy, and Ser Willys Coffman stood only a handful of paces to the man's side, arms crossed in a protective manner. The knight had once protected Lord Neville like this, until he was tossed out of the castle and chased from the city like a dog. The only thing he had left was his dignity... When he was given the opportunity to strike out at his former Lord's castle, it was difficult to keep a straight face. Willys lead the vanguard in the battle, the first man through the gates after Neville's oaken portals were dashed away by the siege engines. He was not quick enough to slay Lord Neville, but he had inspected the man before his body had time to cool, and Willys was confident that the cruel Lord was indeed dead.<br/><br/>He is now a member of the five forsaken men, as their new lord calls them. Men who played vital roles in securing the castle, and were to be rewarded... With the Lady Neville. If not for her, he would have been on the opposite side of the battle, and perhaps Lord Neville might have lived the day... The usurper had depended on his knowledge of the castle to bring it down, where would the man have been without that knowledge? The new lord gave Ser Coffman a dismissive wave. "I have sufficient protection, Ser. Go seek your prize; I've kept you long enough." Wordlessly, Willys obeyed, and he left the throne room, striding quickly towards the hallway. The longsword on his belt slapped against his thigh with each step, a feeling he had experienced since childhood, and he would feel somewhat... Absent, without the heavy thud against his leg. Willys was approaching Lady Skylark's quarters, and he a couple of his fellow forsaken men approaching as well...