The Catspaw Succeeded – Kings Landing really is a pile of…

Brynden arrives in the capital and questions the King, Stannis, and Ser Barristan. What is discovered?

- Brynden -

Brynden Tully walked into Kings Landing embedded in a group of farmers coming to sell their food in the markets. He had done his best to arrive as discreetly as possible. He had left Riverrun and instead of heading east on the River Road to catch the Kingsroad he went west. He then went south, staying within the Riverlands but as close to the towering hills that marked the Westerlands as he could. Despite no named roads there were plenty of well beaten paths to take. Eventually he turned east at Mummers Ford and continued in a south easterly direction. He eventually continued to Kings Landing via the Gold Road. But before he did he had camped deep in the woods for two days, letting anyone following him pass by as well as getting as rough looking as possible. When he was a day's ride from King Landing he sold his mount in a small village and walked to King's Landing. He had a large travelers sack that had his signature blackfish ringmail, cloak, clasp, and his finer garments. To all those watching him he looked like a bedraggled man coming to Kings Landing for work or returning home to Flea Bottom. He walked to a clean but run down inn and paid for a night's stay. He did his best to wash himself up. He did not have access to a hot bath but he did have access to a small basin with water and linen. He washed the grime from his body but left the dust on his face. He ate in the common area that night but staked himself a spot in a dark corner and sat there that all night just observing. Somewhat confident he was not being watched he went to a different inn the next day. This one was much cleaner but not one he would normally stay in. Here he was able to get a bath in and cleaned himself up. He trimmed his beard, washed the rest of the grime away, and had himself presentable. He had paid to stay two nights but brought all his things with him except the ragged clothes he had been wearing. He did have a large cloak over him to hide his identity a while longer.

Brynden knew he had some time before his other purpose for Kings Landing arrived. The brothel owner knew the man also traveled to other towns and villages to pick up and deliver letters and was still not expected in Kings Landing for half a moon despite his wayward trek from Riverrun.

As he walked to his intended destination he weaved through stalls of fruits and other foods, ambled along the streets of Steel and Silk, and finally strode down a small alley and without stopping shed his cloak while hidden between buildings and stepped out the other side as he intended to be seen. He walked the short distance to the gate and was met by a blond haired Lannister soldier who still had pimples on his face. The soldier attempted to stop Brynden. When Brynden told him he had business in the Red Keep the boy said "Nobody enters the Red Keep without the leave of the Captain of the Guard" Brynden snorted and continued on. The boy soldier pulled his sword out and suddenly found himself on his back, a foot on his sword hand, and the point of a Brynden's sword at his throat. It was then the Master at Arms for the Red Keep showed up. He scowled down at the soldier.

"How many times have I told you twats to keep your swords sheathed and your mouths shut?" raged Ser Aron Santager. "Don't give me any lip about your stupid 'Captain of The Guard' routine. He's long gone and you men are to watch the gate. You don't get to decide who enters anymore. No matter what screaming you heard from the window."

The soldier walked away muttering about 'fookin' Dornishmen. Ser Aron looked at Brynden and smiled. "Well Ser, I have not seen you in a while. What are you doing here?"

Brynden was happy to see Ser Aron. A fine knight himself whom he had drinks with whenever he ventured to Kings Landing for a tourney. Ser Brynden had an idea. Ser Aron was Master at Arms for the Red Keep. He was the most trustworthy person he knew that would have a good idea of the state of the armory here. Since he was here on business he kept his voice low. "I need to speak to Lord Stannis. I am here unannounced and would like to keep it that way as long as I can."

Ser Aron frowned but then became serious. "Does this have anything to do with your poor elder niece?" Brynden did not say anything, just raised an eyebrow that gave the answer he needed. "Come with me, I can get you inside with little fanfare." So Brynden followed Ser Aron through a small gate and then through what seemed to be a random route of hallways, doors, stairs, and even one false wall. Suddenly he was in an antechamber where he saw a brown haired man just exiting a room. Ser Aron introduced him as Ser Davos Seaworth. Brynden had heard of this man but never met him. He greeted the man and introduced himself and said he needed to see Lord Stannis on an important matter.

"Let me check. Is there anything I can tell him?" Ser Brynden shook his head. Ser Davos went back into the Hands office and was back in a minute. "Lord Stannis says he will see you now."

Ser Aron was about to depart when Brynden asked if he could wait here - he may have more need of him. Aron was puzzled by this but took a seat in an open chair.

Stannis was sitting at his desk reading a letter and making notations on a scrap of paper to his side. He stopped reading when they entered the room. He stood up and greeted Ser Brynden. Ser Davos excused himself and left the room, closing the door.

They took their seats and Stannis began. "I had heard you resigned your post in the Vale. What brings you here now?"

As brusque as ever. "I am here at the direction of Lord Stark to follow up on the murder of his wife and son." Stannis knew what happened – everyone did. But he was surprised that the investigation would lead to King's Landing.

"I thought the perpetrator had been killed. What part of this brings you here?" asked Stannis

"Yes, the man responsible for killing them had his throat torn apart by the dead boy's direwolf. So we know who did it. But I am here looking for who ordered it." stated Bryden. He let his words hang there and continued "I have to have some assurances first. How secure is this room? I've heard all the stories and I am taking no chances"

Stannis had a proud face for a change. "Many men look down on me for raising Ser Davos to his position. But a man with his...background can come in handy. He and I spent several days checking every inch of this room. We found a few hidden mechanisms that opened up passageways They allowed someone to either enter this room or listen in on this room from that passage We continued on down those passages and sealed them off the other ends. After that Ser Davos filled the room with an incense that produced copious amounts of smoke and we discovered a few more places where the smoke was drawn. We have made the room as secure as we can short of completely mortaring the walls over."

Brynden nodded in satisfaction and began. "My nephew Robb smartly kept some details from being released. You are the first person not related by blood other than their maester to hear this. The man who killed my niece and grand nephew had been hiding in a remote corner of the stables since the King's party had departed Winterfell. Evidently his corpse stank of horses and they found his spot. There they found a bag with 90 silver stags. And why kill an unconscious boy? A boy who also fell under questionable circumstances. Our theory is that the man was paid to kill Bran to keep him from speaking about some secret he must have seen or heard while climbing. Cat was killed for being there."

Stannis could see why they thought this. "But what information brought you here to investigate further?" Brynden reached into his cloak and pulled the dagger out and laid it, handle first in front of Stannis. Stannis picked it up and looked it over. He pulled the blade out and noted the Valyrian Steel and the dragon bone hilt. "This is a very fine blade. Are you saying this is the blade that was used?" asked Stannis as he set the blade back down

Brynden nodded. "It is highly unlikely the man who did this could have owned such a fine blade. That is one mark suggesting it belonged to someone in the Kings Party. Another is that it was recognized. When Benjen Stark came back to Winterfell from the Wall he remarked he remembered that blade. He swears to the Old Gods that he saw this blade in a pile of gifts presented to Rhaegar Targaryan at the Tourney of Harrenhal. We asked how he was so sure. He says it was the first Valyrian steel blade he'd seen other than the Stark family sword and that the blade was visible then. And you must admit, this is a unique handle. Dragon bone and reverse swept. It is quite distinctive. Assuming this is the same blade, then someone connected to Kings Landing owned it. We've considered it could have been stolen in the sack of King's Landing as well. But this is why I asked Ser Aron to stay. He may have knowledge of this blade to confirm it was once here."

Stannis sat back in his chair and contemplated what this meant. His job as Hand was not to just run the Kingdom in Robert's name so Robert could do as he wished, it was also to protect the Kingdom from Robert. Any rational discussion involving Robert about this would end the second it was mentioned this was once possibly gifted to Rhaegar. So he decided to temporize. "Did Lord Stark provide any written instruction or request?"

Brynden handed over a letter that had the Direwolf seal in gray wax. He broke the seal and read.

Stannis,

Ser Brynden is here at my behest to investigate the murder of my wife and son. He has been instructed to only speak to you, Robert, and Ser Baristan. however, I have given him leave to carefully include anyone else that may be helpful. He carries the full weight and authority of my voice in this matter.

Eddard Stark

Stannis contemplated his next step. Lord Stark was giving Ser Brynden a lot of leeway. "Let me summon Ser Baristan. If he does not recognize the blade then we will invite Ser Aron. Stannis pulled a cord that Brynden could hear rang a chime in the antechamber. Ser Davos stepped in and Stannis asked him to please have Ser Baristan come. He closed the door and they waited. Brynden sat in silence while Stannis began to read the letter he set aside.

They waited a quarter of an hour before Ser Baristan appeared. He quickly apologized for the delay. "I was guarding the Queen and she refused to let me leave without 'adequate' protection. She is now being guarded by Ser Jaime. What can I do for you, Lord Hand?"

Stannis handed the scroll to Barristan. He read it, glancing over at Ser Brynden. Once he had read it he was given the same summary as Stannis. When Brynden pulled out the dagger again, he was disappointed to learn that Ser Baristan did not recognize it. They talked it over and they all agreed to have Ser Aron brought in.

Once Ser Aron came in they explained that Ser Brynden was here investigating the incident in Winterfell, that evidence had led him to King's Landing. When Ser Aron nodded and asked what that evidence was, Ser Brynden revealed the knife.

"This is the knife that was used to kill my niece and nephew. Do you recognize it?" Ser Brynden asked as he set it down.

Ser Aron was a salty Dornishman. But his face paled to the color of milk when he saw the blade.

Stannis got Ser Aron's attention. "Ser Aron….by your face I think you know something. Tell us what you know of this knife"

Ser Aron took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately. "That knife was in our armory. It was in the area set aside for the Royal family, for gifts and ceremonial events. It is only usually opened for Tourneys or Feasts where gifts are given. Shortly before the King departed for Winterfell I entered the armory to get a set of pauldrons for some men. I found the door to that area open. In it I found….one of the Kingsguard….Ser Meryn I believe. I demanded to know what was going on. I was told by Ser Meryn to leave at once. But then Prince Joffrey walked over and said he was done. He had that dagger in his hands. He walked out of the armory with it"

Stannis stared at Ser Barristan and Ser Brynden. Brynden looked like he wanted to skewer someone alive right then and there. He began to rise but Ser Barristan put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait!" Let us call in Ser Meryn. He is off duty right now. Let me get him. I will ensure he is unarmed and unprepared. He has never been able to hide his feelings. Surprise him with this and we will know his role. I also suggest we get his Grace. This involves his son. He has to witness this in person"

Stannis agreed that it was wise to have Robert present and deferred to Ser Baristan about Ser Meryn's temperament. Brynden was having a hard time staying calm but knew that if this truly did involve the Prince, they had to get this right. They could not allow any doubt to be present. Robert was pulled away from whatever he was doing and was in a foul mood for it. When he heard what this was about he quickly changed his tune. They decided Robert, Ser Brynden, and Ser Aron would be off to the darkened corner near a servants prep area, putting them behind and out of Ser Meryn's view.

When Ser Baristan returned he was heard explaining to Ser Maryn that the two of them would be traveling with the Lord Hand on a journey. They entered the room and sat down. Stannis, well trained at hiding his emotions, began the conversation. "Ser Meryn, the Lord Commander is escorting me to Dorne to meet with the Martells. Normally the Hand does not get protection from the Kingsguard but Robert has approved this considering our destination. He approved two Kingsguard knights to go with me. Before I set the date to depart I needed to ask you some things. For starters, can you tell me why this knife was taken from the armory in King's Landing and was found next to Catelyn and Bran Stark's dead bodies?" Ser Meryn's eyes bugged out at the sight of the knife. Not even trying to speak, he tried to bolt away but found Ser Brynden's hand on his shoulder and forced him back down.

"Do not even think of getting out of that chair. Now please answer the Hand's question"

Ser Meryn slowly sank back down. He eyed the knife like it was poison. Stannis repeated his question. But before Ser Meryn could say a word Stannis added. "I want the truth from you. If you tell it all as it is, I will consider the Wall as a punishment. But if you lie at all I will make sure you are shipped to Winterfell and let Lord Stark pass the sentence."

Brynden looked down in fury but did not argue. Ser Meryn began to speak. "I was with Prince Joffrey when he claimed that knife. He said he needed a good knife for protection from the Northern barbarians. The worthless Dornishman that runs the training yard saw us. I did not see the knife again until we were getting ready to depart the North. The prince had me escort him to the area of Winterfell where most of the freeriders and camp followers were holed up. We needed a man who had the look of someone who didn't mind doing what needed to be done - those were the Prince's words. The Prince picked the man out and bid me to do it, so I did it"

"Do what!?" demanded Stannis

Ser Meryn sighed. "The Prince ordered me to give the man the bag of coins and the dagger. To have him wait a moon's turn after we departed and if the boy was still unconscious or woke up crippled, to put him out of his misery."

Silence descended the room. Stannis, Brynden, and Barristan all looked at each other in shock. Before anyone did anything else, Ser Meryn found himself hoisted up. Ser Brynden saw the fury in Robert's face as he held his soon to be former Kingsguard above him by the man's hair, feet dangling a good 2 feet off the ground. "What kind of Knight are you? How could you follow those orders? WHY DIDN"T YOU SAY NO?"

Between whimpers about his hair Ser Meryn said "I do as I am bid. Kingsguard do as they are ordered." Robert was having none of that. "It's called a KINGSGUARD! Not a Princesguard you bloody fool! When it comes to the Royal Family you protect the children from threats - even if the threat is THEMSELVES!"

Robert threw the man down into the corner of the room in a heap.

Stannis stood and spoke to Ser Arron. "Have this man bound and gagged and set in a side room for now." He turned to Robert. "Robert…..what will you do?"

It took Robert several moments to calm down enough to speak. "We need to speak to Joffrey. He needs to be questioned. Considering the cruelty I know the boy is capable of, I don't doubt Ser Meryn's words. But I cannot do what I must do just on one man's accusation. I need Joffrey to confess". Robert paused and added. "Even if he does confess, my wife will raise holy hell in defiance and will fight my decision at every turn"

Brynden asked the question everyone was wondering. "What would you do, your grace?"

Robert sighed "If Joffrey confesses to this it will mean being stripped of his titles and removed from the line of succession. This cannot be swept under a rug or hushed up. Nobody would accept him as my heir. As for punishment. Even if I do not carry out the sentence myself, having him executed will have me labeled a kinslayer. So he would go to the Wall. As for that piece of filth" Robert said as he jerked his thumb in Ser Meryn's direction "He can go to Wintefell to face Northern Justice. I caught your game Stannis, you said you would only consider the wall."

Brynden nodded in understanding. While Joffrey ordered the death, he did not do it. And from what he knew of Joffrey and the state of the Wall, this was as close to a living hell the boy would ever experience. As for Ser Meryn, Brynden was hoping the bedtime stories told about the North's old execution practices were sctually true.

They discussed how they would do it. Joffrey was in a lesson with the Grand Maester. Ser Barristan said he would fetch the boy and bring him here when his lesson was done. He Robert, Brynden, and Ser Arron were all again hidden from view.

They waited and eventually heard the footsteps of Ser Barristans armor approaching. Joffrey strode in with a sneer on his face. "What did you summon me for? You very well know my mother said I am not to meet with you without her present."

Stannis simply looked up at his nephew and responded "If you are such a child, should we get her? Or would you like to discuss this like the man you are supposed to be?"

Joffrey obviously disliked being challenged and mocked at the same time. He sat down in a huff. "So what is it we need to discuss? I have better things to do than speaking to you".

Stannis was unperturbed by this. "Yes, well when you are in an important position you do have to put up with people you dislike." Joffrey completely missed the insult. "We were planning on sending some gifts to your lord Grandfather for his upcoming nameday. I inquired with the armory about a knife I had my eye on but the Master at Arms said you had taken it. The dragon bone handled knife with a Valyrian steel blade. I need you to return it. You see, you may be a Prince of the realm but nobody can take arms from that area without the King or the Hand's leave".

Joffrey looked nervously at him and then summoned false bravado. "I do not have to listen to you, I am a Prince. I can do as I please."

"So you admit taking that knife from the Armory? Well I am sorry, Nephew. It's too dangerous of a blade in an untrained boy's hand. I need you to go fetch it". Said Stannis.

Joffrey was getting nervous now. Usually he could browbeat or scream his way out of anything. But his wretched Uncle wouldn't stop bothering him. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this."

Before he could get out of another word his father spoke from behind, startling him from his seat. "Joffrey! What kind of son of mine disrespects his Uncle like that? Do as your Uncle commands and bring that knife back. Or did you do something foolish? Just like you did with that peasant boy?"

Joffrey saw his Father behind him and to the side. There were two other men with him His eyes were wide in sudden fear. He hated it when his father looked at him like that. His Father was supposed to be proud of him for being strong and doing what needed to be done! Just like his Grandfather had been with that Dornish slut and her two kids" "Father! I did it for you! You said you'd rather be dead than crippled! I put him out of his misery! I did what needed to be done!"

Everyone stopped then. It was one thing to be almost certain he had done it. But to hear the boy admit it, and to be cruel and stupid enough to think it would impress his Father?

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Roared Ser Brynden! "You killed my niece and nephew!"

Quicker than anyone thought possible, Joffrey ran for the door and slipped out. The King, Ser Baristan, Ser Brynden, and Stannis ran out as well, all in hot pursuit. Ser Aron called for guards . Joffrey ran for his life for the family apartments. He knocked over servants and pushed aside his brother when got in his way but they were gaining on him. Robert was out of shape and so he smartly, for him at least, let them do the running but followed at a fast pace. By chance he passed a suit of armor and grabbed the ceremonial warhammer. It wasn't as nice or as big as the one he used to crush Rhaegar's chest but it would do. He couldn't believe his shit of a son could do such a thing. He promised the Wall for his son but his blood was up now.

Joffrey finally ran into his mother's private chambers with Stannis and Ser Baristan only steps behind. Robert heard a loud feminine shriek and several men yelling. Robert dashed in after them.

"CERSEI!"

- Cersei / Jaime -

Cersei Lannister was drunk and mad beyond all belief. She had finally received a raven from her Father after several pleas for help fixing what Stannis had been doing. But her Father was of no help.

Cersei,

I will not increase the allowance you receive. I send more than enough gold each moon to fund several prosperous households. Perhaps you should spend less time drinking fine wine and buying needless jewelry and spend it bringing that Grandson of mine to heel! He has been sullying his future with his deplorable behavior. It does not matter if other houses are beneath him or if he hates peasants. He should know already how to act in public! I had better not need to come Kings Landing to deal with your failures. You will regret it if I do.

Lord Twin Lannister

She was about to yell for a servant for more wine when there was a knock at her door. The rotation had Ser Baristan watching her today and it was he who knocked and waited. "Enter" she finally said.

Ser Baristan stepped in and said, "Your grace, the Hand has asked for me on an urgent matter. I can summon some guards to be at your door if you wish".

Hmm… Cersei thought. I can use this to my advantage. "I need more than weak Baratheon soldiers, and since the Hand sent my Kingsguard away, I shall need another. Bring me my brother, Ser Jamie. He can guard me for the rest of the day"

Ser Baristan frowned but nodded. 10 minutes later Ser Baristan again knocked and when she allowed him to enter he said Ser Jaime was here and would take his post. Before he closed the door she said, "Please send him in, I need to have a chat with him"

Ser Baristan nodded and held the door as Ser Jaime entered. Once he left and shut the door Cersei stood up, walked straight to her brother and kissed him, hard. He did not reciprocate so she backed away from him, frustrated.

"What is the matter with you?!" She said, "Ever since that stupid boy and his mother were killed you've been a moping mess! It does not matter who killed that boy or his stupid mother. We are safe now!"

Jaime shrugged and walked away from her. He had done his best to avoid Cersei since they returned. He'd had little remorse when he pushed the boy off of the tower. Yet hearing of the boy and his mother murdered in their own home had sent him into a dark mood. It took him until seeing the Red Keep again before he realized what it was. Elia, Aegon, snd Rhaenys. They too had been murdered in their own home. At least Catelyn Stark was not violated like Elia had been. And that the boy didn't suffer. Even though he had no part in any of the murders that troubled him, he felt the sting of regret in both cases. Cersei was of no help. She didn't care who did it or why. Once she realized Jaime had no part of it she was happier than she had since they left for Winterfell. At least until Stannis had cut her down. Both in spending and influence. Now she was drunk, spiteful, and angry at everyone but Joffrey. She ignored Tommen and Myrcella more than usual. She had tried to seduce Jaime on several occasions but he had been able to keep her at arm's length. But his resistance was waning. She had a power over him he didn't understand.

She broke him from his musings. She spoke from behind him while he was staring out her windows. "You may not know this but you are all mine now. I told Ser Baristan that he was dismissed and you could guard me for the rest of the day. Though guarding isn't exactly what I have in mind".

He turned around to find her standing there, naked as the day she was born. He began to protest when she walked up to him, kissed him, and placed his hands on her. "I need you, Jaime. I always have and I need you now!"

Jaime's resistance finally broke. He divested himself of his armor and clothing underneath. Soon they were together like they felt they were meant to be. That tower in Winterfell was when they last coupled and it showed. Neither lasted long and soon they were both panting, laying next to each other.

Cersei was grinning like the cat who got the canary. Jaime was too content to argue. He knew he needed her to get over his state and this had been a pleasant distraction. Though it was risky. They usually did not do this during the daytime. Nights when Robert was with his whores was when they normally coupled. But with the long time between their lovemaking he did not think of it much. They lazed next to each other and had started again, Cersei was on top. She preferred it this way. She had thrown the covers off the bed and was riding him for all she was worth.

Suddenly there was a crash and the door to her room had been flung open. Joffrey had run in and came to a stop in front of them. Before anyone could say a word Ser Baristan, Stannis Baratheon, and a third man he didn't recognize at first entered. Cersei screamed in shock. The three men started yelling at Jaime and just as he was about to shove her off of him Robert entered.

- Robert-

Everyone in the room froze then. Robert looked at the scene in front of him. His wife's chambers were large and spacious. After you entered it opened up to a large room with high ceilings. You took two steps down after the entryway and in the center was a large bed. A private privy room was off to one side. A desk was off to the other. A sitting area was straight ahead by the windows if you bypassed the bed. Robert was still on the upper landing when he stopped. In reality it was a split second. In his mind he surveyed the scene over the span of seconds. His son was now cowering on the floor in the sitting area, hands over his ears, rocking back and forth. Stannis, Ser Baristan, and Ser Brynden were standing three abreast on the lower level, their backs to him. And on the bed was his wife, naked and mounted on another man. ANOTHER MAN! HER BROTHER! FUCKING HER BROTHER LIKE THE DRAGONSPAWN OF OLD!

"CERSEI!" He roared out. "YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

Robert dashed forward. The three men in front of him tried to stop him but he bowled right through them, all three knocked to the floor. Cersei had rolled away from him towards the back of the room. Jaime had rolled off the bed and dove towards his arms. He was reaching for his sword when Robert slammed the ceremonial warhammer down. Jaime Lannister screamed in agony as he looked at his hand. Or what remained of it. Between the force of Robert's blow and the cracked tile beneath it his had was a mess. He could actually see the wall through a hole in the palm of his hand. All of his fingers were twisted into unnatural angles.

Robert raised his arms and was about to finish off the golden twat when Ser Baristan grabbed ahold of his hands and said "YOUR GRACE! STOP! THE HAMMER WILL NOT HOLD!" Robert somehow listened through the red mist and looked above his head. The warhammer was barely attached - the force of the first blow had almost destroyed it. If Robert had swung it down as he had before, it was as likely to fly into Robert's own face as it was to kill the Kingslayer.

Before Robert could do anything else Ser Baristan turned and punched Ser Jaime in the temple with an armored fist, knocking him out cold. Robert looked across the room. Ser Brynden was standing next to Joffrey, watching him in disgust. Stannis had a hold of Cersei, a robe thrown over her, and she was screeching like a banshee. Robert yelled at her to shut up. Then Ser Aron and some Baratheon men entered the room.

Ser Baristan turned to Robert. "Your Grace, what are your orders?"

Before Robert could yell for his mammoth warhammer, Stannis spoke. His tone as cold as ice. "The black cells. All three of them. And I want every entrance guarded by three men and another three men at each door at ALL times! If these three prisoners do not receive their justice then every guard and knight in this castle will regret it"

So a Joffrey has been discovered as the person behind the catspaw. And his actions have now revealed Cersei and Jaime's actions.

a few notes

i know asoiaf wiki says the Dustins have some old relations but I set the inheritance issue the way it is for the plot. Barbery I believe can stay there for the rest of her life anyways because of the Widows Law. Jon is set be named Lord of Moat Cailin but its not livable for a family and will take a few years to be repaired to that state. Plenty of time for him to mature, make a name for himself, etc. Ned knows by offering Jon to Wyla and a fine seat, the Manderlys will help contribute quite a bit to its restoration and setup. And it does not have to be a rotating post The Golden Tooth is a vital entry point for the Westerlands and is held by a single family