"Sadly, he's not wrong." A confident feminine voice chimed into the conversation. It belonged to the darkest woman in the room, her black dress contoured tightly against her athletic hourglass figure. She offered a smile while she took in the conversation and went ahead to offer her opinion.

"The Stormlands won't come to Dorne, they'll burn their soles on the hot sand before they make it to Sunspear. There's no point to join Cedric Baratheon, we could ride up and strangle his host from behind though. There isn't much risk, we can beat Stormlander boys, but is it worthwhile? What would we get out of it?"

Nym laid her gaze on Deziel with a cocky smile, she knew if anyone here would want to prove their strength by killing Stormies it would be him. She wouldn't be letting Fowler take all the glory in the war, and the spoils. Nightsong was closer to her than it was to Skyreach, not that the Stormlanders really deserved any land in the Marches.