<strong>Location:</strong>Old Oak, the seat of House Oakheart<br/><strong>Character's Present:</strong>Lady Arwyn Oakheart and members of her court.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Lady Arwyn receives one of her sworn knights in her hall.<br/><strong>GM Notes:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/thumb/0/0b/Hornhillloganfelicianos.jpg/350px-Hornhillloganfelicianos.jpg)</div>Inside the great hall of the stronghold of Old Oak, Lady Arwyn rests in a high chair in the center of the room's dais. Two of her sons, Harrin and Desmor, are seated at her sides. Her youngest son, Arys, resides in King's Landing as a member of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard.<br/><br/>Influential members of her household crowd the edges of the hall as she receives her guest. Her half-brother and trusted advisor, Joran, stands at a respectable distance away from the trueborn members of the House. Ser Garmund Caswell, a respected household knight sworn to serve Lady Arwyn, stands guard at the hall's entrance. His youthful and handsome squire, Meryn attends him at his side.<br/><br/>A local landed knight, Ser Carn Cantrill, stands alone in the center of the hall. He has made the travel from the small village he governs to petition the Lady of Old Oak for leniency on the taxes owed to his liege. His impassioned plea had placed the blame squarely on a band of local brigands plaguing his lands. The Lady of Old Oak had listened to his excuses with indifference. Old Oak would not suffer for the old knight's mistakes. She would have what she was rightfully owed.<br/><br/>The meeting ended on a sour note, with Ser Carn exiting the great hall with his head cast down in shame. The onlooker's began to meander out of the hall, Lady Arwyn's two sons included, as she motioned for Joran to approach her. Joran serves as the steward of Old Oak, and she is eager to hear his counsel on the matter. It is integral that Old Oak collects what it is owed from the surrounding villages, but the prospect of brigands in her lands is worrying.<br/><br/>Ser Garmund shakes his head and makes a sound of disapproval. "Be careful you never end up like that one." He says to his squire. "A knight should be able to protect the smallfolk. I reckon we'll be the one stuck with taking care of these so called brigands. You think you're ready for a test of your mettle, boy?"<br/><br/>