A letter to Lord Brandon Stark, from a vassal in Skagos
My Lord,
I write you with perilous news. I fear that my liege, your sworn bannerman Lord Donal Magnar, my former liege, has been murdered, and his son fled to take the black. The culprit is none other then the brigand brother of Donal, Brandt Grimbeard. As I write this, Grimbeard marches on my gates, and I fear he means an oath of fealty or my life.
Eye wintess accounts have reached me, of loyal men of Donal, since silenced, that Grimbeard drowned his own brother in the icy Bay of Seals. Skagos is under your protection, my Lord, and we are in need of your help.
May the Old Gods see this letter to you safely.
~Wyman Crowl,
Lord of Deepdown.
My Lord,
I write you with perilous news. I fear that my liege, your sworn bannerman Lord Donal Magnar, my former liege, has been murdered, and his son fled to take the black. The culprit is none other then the brigand brother of Donal, Brandt Grimbeard. As I write this, Grimbeard marches on my gates, and I fear he means an oath of fealty or my life.
Eye wintess accounts have reached me, of loyal men of Donal, since silenced, that Grimbeard drowned his own brother in the icy Bay of Seals. Skagos is under your protection, my Lord, and we are in need of your help.
May the Old Gods see this letter to you safely.
~Wyman Crowl,
Lord of Deepdown.