There were too many unknowns. He needed more information before committing the forces of the Vale to a course of action. Neutrality served him well so far; his strength was preserved, while everyone else was slowly bleeding out theirs. All he had to do was wait, and sweep in after his opponents were too weak to resist. What he could do right now was sow more chaos in the South. Kevan Lannister and Grand Maester Pycelle had been assassinated, and the balance of power in King's Landing was broken in favour of House Tyrell. He had to somehow trim their thorns, lest they managed to consolidate themselves and take full control. A sinister expression appeared on his face as he began to write a letter. He knew just the perfect way to rock the boat.