Vance's Venture Halfway Done, Stock Lost Mid-Way

House Vance's camp at Wayfarer's Rest blazed with light.

On the outskirts of the camp, several House Vance knights leaned against the railings, strolling about lazily.

They gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing in hushed voices as they discussed what rewards the future Warden of the Trident would bestow upon them.

Inside the central tent, the scent of ale mingled with the greasy smell of roasted meat, filling the air.

Norbert Vance was raising cups in celebration with several trusted knights. His deeply lined old face had flushed red with excitement.

"Lychester really raised an army!"

"They've already led a great host into the Crownlands! Straight for King's Landing!"

He drained the ale in his cup in one gulp, foam clinging to his gray-white beard.

"Hahahaha!"

Norbert Vance set down his cup and let out a coarse laugh.

"House Tully is finished! House Lychester is finished too!"

He slammed a hand onto the table, making the chunks of meat on the plates jump.

"The age of House Vance has arrived!"

A pot-bellied knight immediately raised his cup and flattered him. "The gods bless us!"

"My lord, once we join forces with Lord Carles at Wayfarer's Rest, the entire West Riverlands will heed your command!"

Another chimed in, "After putting down the rebellion, you will be the future Warden of the Riverlands!"

Flattery rose one after another.

"Our future Warden!"

"To the Warden!"

"Warden of the Trident!"

Norbert Vance laughed loudly. He could practically see himself sitting in the lord's seat at Adam Castle, receiving the fealty of every noble in the Riverlands.

Just then, a hurried set of footsteps came from outside the tent, shattering his pleasant dream.

A guard threw open the tent flap and rushed inside, his expression agitated.

"My lord!"

Norbert Vance's smile froze. His