Thorren "the Old" Greystark
It began to be late. The moon was already high. Soon the streets of Braavos will bed filled whit people, celebrating the yearly feast. Thorren knew the Sealord had been mush less eager to give now then before. Thorren's mother once said that the world was filled whit magic and great mystical beasts. His father had told him about being a pirate. Thorren had never though that being a pirate was a good thing. Thorren's father, called "the Pirate Wolf", once told his children about Fregar Greystark, the only Greystark who have been a Sealord of Braavos. Thorren came back to reality when a servant shouted out:
"My lord! Are you standing here?" Thorren looked around himself. He stood on the roof to the great Manor. The flat roof was perfect a spot for a watchplace. Thorren asked:
"What now, servant. I stood here thinking about the past now." The servant nodded and begun to tell:
"Your son, Erwyn Greystark is alive. He is coming home whit your brother-in-law, Verzel Zalon." Thorren smiled. It was only two moons before that Warryn had traveled to Westeros. The old man asked again:
"When will he be home whit me?" The servant looked down on the floor and said:
"They have to first come to Pentos before sailing into Braavos. It will at least take half a moon before you can see him." Thorren smiled. He looked down into the city. He heard people shouting and lights be tent. Thorren finished his sentences:
"I can only hope he can be here when the fireworks will be released." Thorren walked into his great manor. He got himself to his personal office and begun to read a book named; "The Greystarks of Wolf Den". Thorren read:
"Teorick was the only survival son of the Greystark after his father, uncles and brothers where killed by the Stark." Thorren knew he could not let that happened again. He said:
"Winter may be coming, house Stark. But "Grey will always Remember"." He smiled. Finally had house Greystark their house-words.
Wyman Manderly
The old Manderly lord sat on his seat in his great hall. He was the lord of White Harbor and one of the most powerful of the northern lords. In front of the old man stood a messenger. Old Wyman spoke out:
"Any clues who those Greystarks are, boy?" The young messanger looked down into the floor and replied:
"No, my lord. We don't know either what they want from us." Wyman took his head in his hands and shouted out:
"I am really the only one to have a though on what the Greystark wants. Vel. How long from White Harbor is them?" The boy looked on all the lords in the hall and answered:
"They are a day away. Tomorrow morning I think then they will embark." The old, fat Manderly lord looked down on his banner-men. They all saw him. He saw his son Wylis and though:
"God damn it. Why is everyone in my family dead or fat bastards." Wylis was also fat and had a bald head. The heir to White Harbor asked his dad:
"What should we do whit this troublemaker, my lord." Wyman sat himself back and said:
"What can they do against us. We are the Manderlys. We gave the great flood Mander it's name. And now we are here in the North. Winter is coming and we have to do something." Wyman was glad he had managed to free his son, Wylis, from the Lannisters. It had taken him two moons. In mist of all this Wylis shouted out:
"I met those Greystark, after I was saved, on the sea. Their leader is like Robb. He hold honor high, but he is also unmarried. If we can do a matrilineal marriage between him and one of my daughters we can let him rule." Wyman spitted on the floor and cried out:
"Are you mad. A Greystark ruling White Harbor. He has no claim on this lands." Wylis answered:
"His ancestors ruled this. Should we say we don't have claims in the Reach more longer." The lord lamprey had no words. In the end he says:
"Okay. But I will not let house Manderly share to be traitors if the Greystark will attack the crown." Wyman looked on his son's daughters. Wynafryd was the oldest, brown hair and was pleased whit the Boltons controlling the North. Wylla had blond hair, dyed green, a high voice and wanted the Boltons to lose the North. Who would be the wife of Warryn Greystark?
A night had gone when Wyman looked out his window saw the sails of house Greystark. He spoke for himself:
"The wolf has come home. One fail and his head is down." Wyman got helped out of the bed and on whit his cloaks. Today it will happened.
Warryn Greystark
White Harbor. This is home. For many years ago it was called the Wolf Den. Warryn walked down on the harbor. It where ships all over the place. White Harbor was indeed the greatest harbor in the North. It was here the South met the North. Once Warryn had embarked himself a man came to him and asked:
"Are you Warryn Greystark?" Warryn smiled and nodded. The young man looked on the ship and said:
"Bring your advisors whit you. My lord will speak to you." Warryn turned around facing his ship and shouted out:
"Aswyld! Come and take whit you the most loyal men I have. And take the red priest whit you. He may be useful." The young boy smiled and begun to take together the most loyal of the men, and the priest. Warryn asked the man:
"Who's your lord again." The man smiled and said:
"Lord Wyman Manderly he's named. Called the lord Lamprey." Warryn could only think of an old, fat man. And yes. Wyman was an old, fat man.
They was now in the hall of the Manderlys keep. The lord Lamprey sat and stirred into the eyes of Warryn. Warryn smiled and said:
"So you says that if I marry one of your son's daughters I can become the lord of White Harbor. Why not both. Then I have double the change to make an heir." Wyman became red and hammered into the table. He shouted out:
"Do not become greedy, Wolf. I do this only because I am ashamed over for my family. I and Wylis are fat bastards and Wendel is dead. Only my granddaughters stands and I do not want to marry them to a Frey." The Greystark looked weirdly on Wyman and replied:
"Then it would be easy. Let me look at your girls then I will chose who I marry." Wyman looked at his own men and in the end he said:
"I agree." Warryn smiled. Soon the Wolf Den will be his.