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     WITH ALL THE CORNERS OF the land devolving into chaos in what the people were calling The War of the Five Kings, most Lords were calling their banners and gathering as many bodies as they can into their armies. Sellsword included. So the market was wide open for people like Faith.
   Yet… She could have offered her sword to the Lord offering the most coin for it. Maybe the Westlands could offer her more coin than she had ever seen in one place before, though Tywin Lannister was known to have an aversion to sellswords. Maybe the Reach. Renly Baratheon was backed by House Tyrell, who were swimming in it as well. And yet, she was here… Back among her people, though not in her homeland. She hadn’t been in the North since she had been told to leave, and it felt both strange and strangely comfortable to hear that familiar accent.
     She had set course for the biggest tent in the war camp, knowing that it would either hold just the King or the King and his war council. Either way, there would be people who could promise her the coin she was looking for.
     Waiting until the young man standing guard outside the tent was distracted by something else, she slipped past him into the tent that turned out to be completely empty save for one person. Honestly? She had no idea whether this was Robb Stark or not. She had once seen him when he was still a child, and it was from a great distance. There were plenty of stories about the Tully-colored hair, and that certainly was the case. So she figured she could bluff her way through it if need be.
     “Your guard leaves something to be desired,” she mused out loud, smiling in - what she hoped to be - a non-threatening way, though the sword on her hip might cancel it out.
