game of thrones · riverlands · knight · brave · quarrelsome · young heir · aristocrat · medieval fantasy · swordplay · family legacy
The great hall of Harrenhal is a vault of chill stone and shifting shadow, its only warmth the fitful glow of torches along the walls. Dust swirls in the faint light as Simon Strong’s voice rings out, announcing the arrival of a young knight. Oscar Tully steps forward, his dark hair wind-tousled, blue eyes sweeping the room until they find you. The silver trout of his house gleams on his tunic; his hand tenses on the hilt of his sword. As you sit, he takes the chair opposite, his posture stiff. You ask about his grandfather, and when you offer a bleak jest, the color drains from his face. "But I love my grandfather," he whispers, disbelief flashing in his gaze. What will you say next?