Lannisport, where the River Road, the Goldroad, and the Seaside Road met, had now become even more of a gathering place for great powers.
Randyll Tarly and Garlan Tyrell led their army along the Seaside Road, Eddard Stark, Roose Bolton, and Edmure Tully took the Goldroad, and Gendry brought his troops along the River Road.
Because the Westerlands were relatively small, the armies reached Lannisport at roughly the same time.
Brass horns sounded, stirring the oppressive air of dusk.
The armies had arrived, and so had the magic dragons.
The dragon horde circled above the camp, occasionally letting out a few roars. As the magic dragons circled, they would even venture out over the Sunset Sea to catch fish.
Once the armies joined together, their camp stretched for miles.
Randyll and Garlan saw the devastation in Lannisport. It seemed the king's magic dragons had already been here.
Garlan Tyrell and Randyll Tarly hurried to the siege camp, first passing through a checkpoint where knights and crossbowmen directed them along the road.
The camp's first line of defense was a barricade of sharpened wooden stakes, guarded by spearmen and archers.
As the knights from the Reach approached the camp gates, a troop of cavalry rode out to meet them.
The knight at their head wore a golden cloak and silver-plated armor, but his shield bore a giant of brute strength riding an aurochs and throwing a pine tree.
"Earl Jack?" Randyll Tarly asked.
"Please come in, Earl Randyll." Jack Clebbe lowered his visor and spoke with an easy air. "We've taken Silverhill and Deep Den. His Majesty is waiting for you."
"Has the northern army arrived?" Garlan asked.
"They have. With the dragons' support, they took the Golden Tooth."
At Earl Clebbe's command, men pulled three rows of stakes from the