"We all know that you've spent more time south of the River Tuilig than anyone, Lord Reynold," Wes Iriso said diplomatically, hoping to ease the tension that was building between Reynold and Tulori.
Not that he would have minded watching the older man giving the young lord the thumping he so clearly needed now that he'd returned to the frontier from Keating City. But there was a time and a place for such things, and the middle of Lord Owain's hunt, while they waited for an imperial elk with just a handful of men, certainly wasn't the right time to deliver a physical attitude correction.
"What have you learned about the Horse Lord's horde?" Wes asked. "Or about their lands for that matter? I'll admit, my own lands are even further from the Horse Lords forces than the Leufroy's, and I haven't heard much more than the common man has," he said diplomatically, even though it wasn't entirely true.
