"Why would she come here? It's quite a distance. There was no other information?"
"Ser Hugo, how dangerous are those roads?"
"For her to ride here herself with little warning... This is very strange."
"Send some soldiers to greet her at my borders and ensure her safety."
"A raven, my [lord/lady]. Lady Moore approaches from the northeast with urgent news." Ser Hugo blanches, "That's not a safe route for your foster mother."
"None. Although..." He purses his lips, his expression worried. "If she doesn't trust a raven to carry the news, it must be important indeed."
My foster mother does love to make an entrance. Prepare the keep for her retinue.
"Within the holdings? Impeccable," he harrumphs. "But to the northeast, I have heard reports of highwaymen which can't be discounted."