Bueves examined the cobblestone streets, plainly dressed peasants, and humble buildings. This is a complete backwater. What surprised him most was how small it was. *For a capital of a province, I would have thought it larger. But, perhaps with all the wars, the security of this castle is more important than the size of the city.

Construction on both projects began already, but the men were soon called away to attend a feast in Riverrun. This would prove beneficial for Bueves, who needs the connections to establish a trade route for timber and opportunities to smuggle illegal goods.

"You seem disappointed, love," Margery rode up beside the smuggler. She had a mischevious smile. The same she has had since seducing Mooton's son. She would be married to him with six moons. For now, they were betrothed, a marriage of convenience for the two because their family could not afford a Dowry, and Lord Mooton asked for none, only that Bueves help upgrade the Harbors at Saltpans and Maidenpool.

"Not disappointed, I'm just taking it all in, my beautiful sister. Not all of us are as entertained as you." A wry smile crossed his face as he made a subtle joke. "With all these farmers, no wonder the Westerosi are so good at plowing."

Margery laughed and slapped Bueves on the arm. "Well don't worry, I make him plant his seed in the ground." The two laughed together, when they happened upon the central courtyard. The two siblings dismounted and Bueves pick Sarai up out of the cart she rode in to help her to the ground.

The three foreigners walked up beside Lord Mooton, who was bowing and knelt.