Don't Shoot the Messenger

Drífa soldiered on, panting by the time she got back to Winterfell's borders. She'd need a nice soak and some hot tea when she finally got back to the ship. Though as she arrived at the border of the pines she caught Acere's scent. Had he been waiting for her? Ah, well, this would make it easier to deliver her report. Though she had no idea what he would think. She followed the scent until she caught sight of him.

"King Acere! I have news from Abaven. The Wisteria has accepted our offer. However, I think it is important to communicate that she still feels deeply betrayed. If this is an alliance Winterfell wishes to keep I think it would be a good idea for you to speak with her more on this matter when the training session is over. My hope is that this will serve as a first step toward rebuilding trust." It was the best scenario but it certainly wasn't the worst. She gazed up at Acere, awaiting his thoughts.