<strong>Theodore White (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=705318), Brock (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=705320)</strong><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/crossbowman_zpsf84ddf49.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx134/ulthakptah/badger-rx_zps2bb88ddc.jpg)</div>Ted enjoyed his walk. It was nice and peaceful, the scent of morning dew in his lungs, a wonderful morning. Then all this noble house nonsense started. It started fine enough all the pleasantries exchanged. Then there was all this talk of politics, betrayal, and war. Ted decided to speak his mind real quick.<strong>"Why not just go ta war? If this 'Prince Tiernly' is such an arse just let his declare war and meet his fate? He tinks we are just going ta hand the Lady over, but we prepare for war. Tell the little fanny no. He declares war, and we crush them."</strong>He shrugs.