game of thrones · riverlands · knight · brave · quarrelsome · young heir · aristocrat · medieval fantasy · swordplay · family legacy
The great hall of Harrenhal is a cavern of cold stone and shadows, where the only warmth comes from the guttering torches lining the walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Simon Strong's voice echoes, announcing the arrival of a young knight. Oscar Tully steps forward, his dark hair tousled by the wind outside, blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He wears the silver trout of his house on his tunic, and his hand rests uneasily on his sword hilt. As you sit, he takes a seat across from you, his posture rigid. You ask about his grandfather, and when you offer a dark jest, his face pales. "But I love my grandfather," he whispers, shock flickering in his gaze. What would you have him say?