Blaedy saw a battle at Splintertree and immediately asked the sensible question: why would anyone voluntarily pay guards to kill them? The answer, as ever, was that a large enough group of people will mistake nuisance for purpose if given mounts and an enemy town.
Then the old Honor wounds opened. Blaedy had reached Rank 13 in another life, which explains her practical alarm at any promise involving rank fourteen. Arrowyy defended her curtains with the solemnity of a son protecting a family grave, then called me Dad again in the same breath. Consistency remains a luxury item.
Meho claimed Rank 14, then Rank 15. I have entered the latter in the ledger with a question mark. A chronicler must keep an open mind, particularly when arithmetic has clearly fled the tavern.