"Character? Is the boy playing a role, Ser Damon?" Walder Frey's voice is sharp and spiteful "Are we all extras in a House Starling play?" He snorts. "This young maid traveled here under my banner. My protection. Amends do not heal her cheek."
"Amends? AMENDS?" The incredulity in Ser Derrick Charlton's voice almost reaches the level of ire. "This is not a loaf of bread, stolen for supper. This is my sister, a noblewoman of the Riverlands!"
"Enough!" Tywin Lannister's tone cut off the knight's rant, despite its youthful tenor.
"Tywin, please. Ser Derrick deserves due respect. Watch, listen, and leave this to the lords."
Awareness (11) - Success: Tywin knows Ser Derrick's technique and disposition ]]
Lord Walder Frey harumphs, his disapproving frown meant for the waffling Toothless Lion. "Indeed, we should, Lord Tytos. Such young knights as these here don't have the same experience in these matters as we Lords."
[[ Tytos is using the Convince technique (even if he didn't attempt to Influence anyone), and is Amiable to Ser Damon ]]
Ser Derrick fumes at the temerity of the young Tywin attempting to hush him, and smiles smugly at the boy's reprimand. He turns his attentions to the squire Daven. "You want to be a knight?! On the eve of your vigil, your opinion of chivalry is to strike a lady? I can't say if I've ever seen a more dismal prospect of knighthood."
(14) vs the squire's Defense of 7; base influence of 3. 2 succeses, and after Disposition, 1 influence done to Daven's composure. ]]
Lord Tytos nods slowly. "Indeed, Ser Damon. Word against word. It is unfortunate that we must choose between the honour of a noblewoman and the honour of a promising squire seeking knighthood. The evidence is damning though...
[[ Action: Manipulate - trying to get Ser Damon to use Convince technique next exchange -
(16) vs Ser Derrick's Defense of 9; base influence of 3. 2 successes, 2 influence gets through ]]
"Ser Derrick, mind your tongue," warns Lord Walder calmly, his eyes instead upon the young heir to the Rock. "You are a knight of the Riverlands, and above such petty banter with a boy, even one as fierce as his lion father."
"My Lord Father has oft said that there are three truths, the events that actually transpired, how one person remembers those events and how the other person remembers the same events. One side may remember it wrong, both sides may remember it wrong, both telling the truth as they perceive it to be. Something obviously hit her, it may have been the septa, it may have been the ground, she may have connected with the hand or elbow of my squire by accident. One need only compare the accounts of a battle by those taking part in it that knights and soldiers often remembers events differently. The mind remembers fragments, and fills out the remaining with what seems to be a reasonable turn of events, maester Thomas has speculated."
[[ A 28 vs Tytos' defense of 15 would be 3 successes, 9 influence, reduced to 6 from Disposition. Tytos at X of Y. ]]
Seeing Lord Tytos beginning to nod along with Ser Damon's words, Ser Derrick snaps his angry glare upon the Starling heir. "You sound like a maester yourself! 'The mind playing tricks on us'? You accuse my sister of imagining the attack?"
[[ Action: Manipulate - trying to get Ser Damon to use Intimidate technique next exchange -
(8) vs Ser Damon's passive Will of 12 - he's apparently unconvincing ]]
"A reasonable theory, Ser Damon." says Lord Tytos, stroking his chin in thought. "And not easily dismissed. Still, it is often the case that one account is closer to the true events than the other...
Noting that his son is about to speak again, Tytos raises a finger. "Mind your tongue, Tywin. Ser Derrick is an anointed knight, and I will not have you disrespecting our guests in the Hall of Heroes, with all of our ancestors looking down on us."
[[So I want to use charm here, not perhaps appropriate, but I guess the angle of leaving the place as friends would count]]
"There is evidence that something hit the lady Lucea, and only word against word about how it happened, branding one account as false when there can be significant doubt on the matter would cast a certain pall upon the joyful event that this tournament is supposed to be."
[[ 26 vs 15, a margin of 11 is 3 successes, 3*5-3 is 12 Influence dealt. Tytos isn't particularly opposed to you though, so he doesn't bother with Frustration. Victory is yours! ]]
"Quite right, Ser Damon, quite right." Lord Tytos nods in agreement, smiling slightly. "Lord Walder, we should not let such sour happenings dictate the course of events here. I am sorry for the injury the Lady Lucea has suffered, and I will send for my own maester to tend to her, but Ser Derrick's eagerness to the contrary, we should not end a promising young man's career before it even begins on an accusation lacking any firm evidence."
Reining in any angry he might be harbouring, Lord Frey eventually nods. "As you say, Lord Tytos. Ser Heston, Ser Derrick - please escort your sister with the Lion's maester." His tone implies no objection will be tolerated. The Charltons depart sullenly, although Ser Derrick throws one last spiteful glare at Ser Damon and his squire.
Ser Ryger claps Daven on the shoulder, the reassuring pat of a commander on his soldier. "Come Daven. With your leave, Ser Damon, I will stand vigil with your squire tonight."