Domeric raised an eyebrow. "Knightly orders aren't much of a thing this far north. When we need guards, we use our household guard." He shrugged. "Our master-at-arms is a southerner, a Riverman my father met during the war, but otherwise you'll be hard pressed finding an order like the one you left behind.

"But more importantly," he said, a smile on his face, "we don't know if you left on good terms. If the king orders us to send you south and you are in our service, there's not much to be done. But if you're a free man, not bound to the service of the Dreadfort, well... who are we to get involved in business that isn't our own?"

He shrugged. "The real issue is that name. There aren't many people named Tywin this far north and I wouldn't be surprised if you were the first Lannett ever to be north of the Neck. It's a name that people know."