<div class="floatleft">(http://i1253.photobucket.com/albums/hh596/honoraryorange/MU/tybolt_zps11ef5a4c.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Tybolt Greystark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202982.msg9929092#msg9929092)<br/><strong>Where</strong>: Dining Hall, Greyhold<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: All<br/><br/><hr/>A soft chuckle came from the hooded figure as Maester Owell identified him as a Red Priest, it was the type of surprised reaction he had expected here in the North. His robes were a deep red that was the color of freshly spilled blood before it had begun to darken and made of a particularly fine fabric. The hooded figure stood tall, taller than most any in the room though not as powerfully build - that much was evident even covered in cloth - and a quiet confidence radiated from him in a way that often times only the truly faithful could compare to.<br/><br/>And now, there before him was his mother, looking... certainly older than she had when he had left. The years didn't appear to have been kind to the woman and she seemed to have aged more than just the decade that Tybolt had been gone. Her cries of fire and of a burning man did, however, surprise him somewhat.  She was... ranting? She'd never been particularly stable, but... Tybolt would deal with this later.<br/><br/>Tybolt lifted his hands and pushed back his hood, revealing his shaved head, goatee, and sparkling blue eyes. "Now mother, is that any way to welcome your son home?" he asked with an amused voice before walking towards her, arms outstretched, blood red robes gliding silently across the floor. He embraced her warmly before turning to Lord Lewys.<br/><br/>"Dear brother, it has been... too long,” he said, moving towards the man to clasp forearms with the man who was Lord of the Keep and his eldest brother. "How have you been?"<br/><br/>Tybolt would then make his way around the room to his family members, stopping briefly at each.<br/><br/>“Erik, Elise,” he said, smiling at them, “You probably don’t even remember me, do you? I remember when you were so young and now here you are... practically grown in front of me.”<br/><br/>“And dear little Lowell,” Tybolt said, moving towards his other nephew, his smile wide. “My, you certainly have grown up, haven’t you? Just look at you. You remember your Uncle Tybolt, I hope?” Tybolt leaned in towards the young man and gave him a warm hug, a brief doting kiss placed affectionately on top of Lowell's head.<br/><br/>Tybolt finally continued on to his eldest nephew, both eyebrows going up as he got closer and realized the true size of the beast that was with the young man, though the red priest showed no fear. “Leynir,” he said, “Just look at how much you’ve grown.” He reached out towards the younger man to clasp his sturdy arm in a greeting.  “I can’t wait to see the woman who managed to land you,” he added with slightly raised eyebrows and another grin.<br/><br/>“Well,” he said, a smile on his lips as he glanced around the table, “Looks like R’hllor blessed me and I am just in time for breakfast.”<br/><br/><hr/><em>Flashback</em>:<br/>The letter had come to Tybolt as a bit of a surprise. Well, not so much a surprise, really, but… He supposed he had simply just let time slip by. Of course it was time for young Leynir to marry. Tybolt had just.. been so engrossed in things, in trying to forget the past, that he’d nearly forgotten that those he left behind would actually age the same way he had. In his mind his nephews and nieces were still so young, but by now they would all be in their teens or older.<br/><br/>Tybolt saw the whole thing as a sign from R’hllor himself. It was time to travel, to expand his own knowledge, to seek it out elsewhere, and to spread the Holy Light where it dimmed the most - the places where the Old Gods still were worshipped. They must all work together to bring R’hllor’s light everywhere and to push back the influence of The Great Other.<br/><br/>The journey had taken quite some time, though it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. The boat from Braavos to Gulltown had been relatively luxurious and R’hllor had blessed them with a good westerly wind to speed their journey. From there he had traveled by smaller boat further inland towards the crossroads, and from there onto the Kingsroad to head north.  He traveled with a pair of young retainers hired at the crossroads, there mostly to assist with food and tents.<br/><br/>Along the way he made few stops, making haste to ensure he would arrive in time for the wedding, and once again he was blessed by R’hllor and enjoyed a relatively quick trip that was largely uneventful aside from a singular brigand who thought a robed figure would be an easy mark.  Tybolt was already back on his horse before the poor man’s knees hit the ground.<br/>