Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: Newcomers“Well, that was impressive,” said the twelve-year-old girl with a heavy dose of sarcasm to the large man staring at the closed door in front of them. She shot him a highly unimpressed look. “If only you hadn't told the farmers we were Black Ravens, maybe they would have let us stay the winter.”Chronicles of Rhyl'lyn: Newcomers by Sushi-Troll
The tall bear of a man – though he was still not as large as her father – turned around and regarded his niece with a mix of defeat and annoyance. “Well, if they won't have us as we are, we won't have them as they are. Fie on this farm, I say! A shame upon Northerners, for showing such lack of hospitality!” Just as he'd said about the last five farms they'd stopped by. That was a lot of shame on Northern hospitality.
“Because Black Raven raids couldn't possibly have anything to do with it,” she remarked dryly. Her uncle didn't respond, instead grabbed her and started on the path back to their mounts. Once far enough