Torches flickered atop the cliff. The Smith Bryn gazed down for a long time at the silent darkness below, dotted with a few points of fire.
The two bandit leaders beside him, Thorn and Broken Tooth, exchanged an uneasy glance,
Thorn licked his cracked lips. "Is Mad Dog really dead?"
"The House Legg envoy has been captured, too," Broken Tooth added, his voice tinged with panic. It was all over.
The Smith Bryn felt the longsword at his waist and remained silent.
The moon was hidden by clouds. Suddenly, several torches lit up below the cliff.
With a few shieldmen escorting him, Roslyn walked to the edge, just within the range of their bows.
He tugged at the House Legg envoy as if he were leading a sheep by a rope, repeatedly pulling him along to make the reluctant envoy hurry.
Roslyn's voice shattered the silence as he shouted, "People on the cliff, listen up!"
"The House Legg envoy who made you all those promises is in our hands!"
He kicked the envoy, who groaned in pain and fell straight to his knees.
"Every promise he made you is impossible to keep! And he'll be sent to Riverrun shortly to stand trial!"
The cliff top erupted into a commotion. Heads bobbed as people strained to hear Roslyn's words.
Roslyn watched as more and more people gathered along the wooden wall. Recalling everything Lord Suleiman had taught him, he raised his voice to its loudest:
"Lord Suleiman has made his decision!"
"We'll keep you surrounded until you starve to death! We have all the time in the world! No one is coming to save you! The House Legg won't even admit this ever happened!"
"This is your last chance! Surrender! Lord Suleiman will forgive your crimes!"
"Otherwise, we'll kill every last