Federyco

As Ser Federyco Pepae walked through Oldtown with his faithful companion, Septa Marya, his mind was on his home in Dorne. Now would the annual pilgrimage to the Beloved Shrine of the Immaculate Apparition of the Mother, Maiden and Crone to the Farmers; an the population of the tiny village of Apparition would be tripled. Federyco was just a third cousin to Lord Armeyndo Pepae, but the whole Pepae clan would be crowded into Apparition Castle for the glorious feast. He would be dining on delicacies of "sapititos" tiny frogs' legs that have been dipped in cream sauce, and for desert, delicious alfajores, a sandwich cookie with a sweet tasty dolce-de-leche center. But alas, Federyco was a persona non grata at present, and while he'd be allowed inside to partake, his presence was barely tolerated.

Septa Marya suddenly shouted, "this looks like the perfect inn! And what a name: the Moist Kraken!" Federyco smiled at the sign, and followed his companion inside.

(Note: Sigil of House Pepae is a yellow-green frog [sapito] holding a sandwich cookie [alfajor] on a tan field. Marya's full name is Marya Pasqale Qonchyta Qordoba)

Potty

The sun was already burning in the steel blue sky when Potty opened his eyes. The muscles in his neck were aching and his head was throbbing with pain. He had fallen asleep on the privy, he realized, and now a stale sour smell clang to him like a leech would cling to a Bolton. He rubbed his eyes and patted his belly. "Empty", he thought, just like the flagon on his table. As he was reaching for his breeches a large rat crept out of a whole on the side of the wall and crossed the room like thunder, managing to steal the last crumbs of last night's dinner from the table. No food, no wine, and no coin. All he had to sell was the rusty old dagger that he was carrying, his battered tomes, one or two powders and potions and...no. Not that. He would never part with it. The Gottys would turn in their crypts and their ghosts would forever haunt his sleep if he'd let that go. And the ancient Gotty heirloom may provide other uses in time.
But hungry and tired as he was, he was a Gotty after all and he would not be defeated. All he needed to do was find someone traveling to the Wall. And when he climbed down the stairs he thought the Crone had smiled upon him...

(Note: Potty Gotty hails from Stormlands, last of a dying breed. The Gotty sigil is unknown to all but him and a few of his neighbors, because they were all secretly hipsters.)

Federyco

As soon as he followed his faithful Septa Marya into the tavern, he knew that it was not the place that he expected. In the first place, there were several well endowed bar wenches about the place, running around, as well as far too much of a certain soldierly type not apt to the environments that Ser Federyco was used to. He supposed that Septa Marya actually knew where she was going when they chose this place...but why name it the "Moist Kraken" if you weren't trying to convey something to a certain type of clientele? Oh well, at this hour he thought, I can perhaps slip away and make it to the Velvet Gauntlet without the Septa being the wiser. That's when he saw him. The man with the intense gaze. 

Federyco's heart started fluttering.

(Federyco is black haired, hazel eyed, dark-complected, olive-brown skin. Tall and masculine but takes particular care of himself; as evidenced in his closely cropped black beard and his long straight hair wound tightly in a intricately braided single tail behind his head. he is rugged, and has an air of charisma, but not what one would call handsome) 

Qeaven

"Another ship that has not returned Ser!, That makes ten in the past fortnight!" exclaimed Piper. The squire did have an a grasp of the completely obvious that was as useless as it was annoying.

"Yes but the premiums have not been paid for this ship either. Our coffers will survive, I assure you." but for how long?

Ships have continued to mysteriously vanish on return trips from the stepstones.  Ser Qeaven Gilder would be running out of gold quickly if he were any other man. But he was of House Gilder. Insuring passages has brought he family vaults large enough to rival those of Casterly Rock.  The family linage can be traced to Lann the Clever on the female end. Much like the rest of Lannisport. But 300 years ago his ancestors offered wagers on shipping voyages.  From that day has House Gilder has been the chief tax payer and leal servant to Casterly Rock.  So the missing ships meant little and less to him.  Except for this one. This was the one that carried his Iron bride

(Sigil for House Gilder is a Golder Cog on a crimson Sunburst)

Septa Marya

Septa Marya seemed distracted as Federyco, unusually talkative, spoke to her. She took advantage of his distraction to look around, as if she knew she was being chased. She surreptitiously stroked a small black bag hanging from her belt and briefly smiled. She looked at Federyco who seemed somewhat excited: “Good. He swallowed the bait”. Her big black eyes wandered somewhere ahead of them. She had found the tavern. When she was close enough to read the name she rolled her eyes and thought: “Moist Kraken, of course”.  Pretending once again Septa Marya said:"This looks like the perfect inn! And what a name: The Moist Kraken".
She saw Federyco smiled and felt guilty. She cared about him and didn´t enjoy having to lie to him. After all, he just wanted to have fun. "Well, maybe he would."

(Septa Marya is a young woman of swarthy skin. She wears an odd head scarf that fails to cover her short brown hair that barely covers the tattoo of a little owl and what looks like a letter P, behind her neck. She wraps herlself in a broad black cloak with strange religious symbols but one can distinguish underneath a rather small, athletic body and the hint of clothes that don´t seem to belong with a Septa).

Selecaf

She ran through the back doors and propped herself up against the Inn wall,sucking in the fresh air. "What are you doing?" She said out loud to no one in particular. "You were giving this task, there's no going back " She thought.She stood a long while , watching people coming and going from the shadows, considering her next move..
She saw a tall , dark man closely followed by a Septa leaving from the back doors as well .. " I need to get out of here .." In fact I need a new personna.. it didn't take long for her as a few steps further there was a body under a tree .. with one quick fluid movement .. she was gone."My name is Selecaf and you will be the first person I will kill today"
" Hmmm another red head! " She quickly changed clothes " No, I'll keep the necklace, I worked hard for that".

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-- Edited by YvyB on Friday 7th of December 2012 02:56:32 PM

Potty

The room was crowded and the air was filled with the smell of stew, so rich he could almost taste it on his lips. But those black cloaks were the only thing he saw. It was like the dark clouds of recent days have parted and a rainbow punched him in the face.....just like She did, so many years ago. If the gods are good, She'll punch him again. Some day...
He approached the men with hope in his heart. If they were brothers of the Night's Watch, perhaps they could take him with them. His mule might not keep up with them, but he'd carry that damned animal in his back if he had to. Lucius was the only friend he had left in the world. And Her, if he'd ever find Her alive.
His heart raced as he opened his mouth, and then the words spilled out of him like vomit on a sea voyage. He'd do anything, he told them. He knew the art of healing, and other ones...darker ones, if they wished. Anything to take him and Lucius along.
But the men weren't hearing him. A slender man with handsome features approached them at the same time, and the men in black had eyes eyes only for him. One of them even pushed Potty aside telling him they had no coins for beggars. The handsome man led them outside, but Potty knew he had to follow. When he walked past a tall and elegant olive skinned man on the way out he realized just how ragged he looked. But as he was trailing the men in black outside the tavern, a slimy wet thing landed on top of his bald head. "Just my luck", he thought, now I have birds shitting on me as well. But the cold wet thing wasn't bird poop at all, but a small frog with eyes of emerald. A thing of beauty that fell from the sky. Potty thought it was a good omen and decided to keep it in his pocket. "Now I have two friends" he thought happily as he hurried to get Lucius. He decided to talk to the men in black again. Now, with a donkey and a frog, he would surely command respect.

Federyco

For a moment, Federyco was captivated by the intense gaze of the black haired Ironborn. Was he looking back at him? And then he saw the six henchmen of ... what was that sigil, orange on white? What lord had an orange? How did the sigil song go in the fruits and vegetable verse? "Apple is Fossaway, either Red or Green, Lemons are Sour Dalts, Peaches are Mryn, Plumbs for the Plumms, of course..." Who were oranges again?

Those were peaches. it was the despicable Lord Mryn! Federyco pulled his sword, "Happycock" at the same time the Ironborn drew his. But only for a moment; for then he noticed four other men, dressed in black. Night's Watch? Here?

Memories came upon him...

"He has shamed the whole family! He must take the black!"
"No, he is our son, I cannot live with him at the wall, I will never see him again!"
" But he might as well be dead, someone like him."
"Federyco, you must leave...If you come back my son, our Lord will make you take the Black, or worse!"

And here, now, were Night's Watch. They were after him! Federyco couldn't, mustn't be seen... he ran out the back door, trying to take in who was where (there were bar wenches when he arrived, where were they now?) and he sensed Septa Marya was right behind him, as he exited.

But they were suddenly stopped short, in the alleyway, by a gruesome sight beneath near a tree...

Selecaf

"This is going to take all my training skills " Thought Selecaf as she ran off .... I need to get back to him. Panting she slowed down . Looked about. She could hear voices in the distance at the front of the inn , she supposed.
Leaning against the narrow street walls a young man passed by ..thinking quickly she shouted after him .. " Hey sweetling " Hoisting up her skirts " Fancy some of this?" The poor boy flushed to his roots." Um yeah !" He came closer she grabbed him between the legs.. "uh" he moaned . She kissed him hard he said " Who, I mean what's your name?"
"My name is Selecaf and you will be the first person I will kill today"....
There was not much time ... she changed into his clothes and using the same Valerian steel , chopped at her hair .. large chunks fell to the ground.
By the time she got back to the Inn , Rygar was passed out , or better still dead! Beside him the Tall man and the cute Septer ... There was something familiar about her face .. no time .. four riders in black and six others were surrounding them.
She went for her knife... wait, where was it? Seven Hells!
As she circled round she backed into the old blacksmiths Noyes.Scrabbling she found something sharp, aimed and threw it at the nearest rider . . .

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Septa Marya

Marya walks behind Federyco while looking around for the busty redhead. Suddenly Federyco screams in terror, she'd never heard a scream like that before.  "Ugh Federyco, I'm sure it's just a mouse. Let me see."  She walks over to a nearby tree and sees a woman's body, but can´t see her face in the shadows. She kneels next to the body.  Federyco gasps "What is, WHAT IS IT???"  Marya, perplexed, does not respond, then says "Let´s go back inside."

Federyco yells "Noooo! The Night's Watch"  Marya rolls her eyes.  "There are no Crows. Please Federyco, be quiet."  Federyco refuses to move and looks defiant.  Marya looks furiously at him and hisses a gypsy Septa curse:  “A river  of shit will find us in this blind alley Federyco. Under the tree is a dead wench. A FACELESS WENCH. What do you prefer now?”  Federyco, loses his mind: "Whaa? No no no "  Realizing that he is very nervous, Marya gently pushes him forward.  “Shhhhh, ok, calm down. We´ll go to the front of the tavern."  Marya walks in front of Federyco to protect him.  As they round the front of the tavern, Marya sees movement. The men in black are preparing  their saddles. Federyco, distracted with something, seems to quickly forgot what just happened. She takes advantage of the distraction to look for  the red-haired maid. But there´s no sign of her. As if she had disappeared into thin air.  “I want my pearls. Maldición.”

Rygar

He did not expect them to find him so soon.  Someone in Pentos must have been hired to follow him and sent word that he would be on the next ship leaving for Oldtown.  Damn you Lord Dryden, he thought.  Rygar knew he was the perfect scapegoat. His outburts of displeasure over Silvara's marriage to Dryden was certainly common knowledge.  One does not threaten Lord Dryden in his presence if they wish to live much long after.  The two men Dryden dispatched in an attempt to rectify his insolence proved that theory false.  The first man died within in seconds, his head severed from his shoulders in two quick slashes.   The second proved more formidable.  He admired him, still trying to fight even after being gutted.  A worthy victim for the Drowned God.  There was no river or lake nearby to provide a proper sacrifice, but it was raining, and there was mud.  Rygar focused on his eyes as he stuffed the wet earth into the man's mouth and watched the light fade as he slowly suffocated. 

"Come with us," said the first man in black, "And do not resist".  Rygar finished his beer in one swig and stood up, laughing at them fliching as he turned around quickly.  "Ha, no worries, I will not resist" as they walked out the door.

There was some commotion going on at the back of The Moist Kraken that Rygar could not make out.   Immediately he looks around for Dryden but he is not to be seen.  Near the entrance a knight and a septa approach.  Odd.

 "So, are you guys looking for me to blow you or what? I don't do circle jerks either.  However, I can say that the red heads inside give the best head".   "No", said the shortest man in the group, "We are here for the murderer of our Lord's wife".  "Really?", replied Rygar, "then you best seek out for your Lord as I had nothing to do with it".  He eyes the knight and makes out his sigil.  He mutters under his breath with a sly grin, "Adios Sapitos". 

Six riders approach.  Lord Myrn's men.  Now this is interesting, he thinks. "Halt!" a guard bellowed, "What business do you have in the lands of Lord Myrn?".  Rygar unsheathes his sword in a flash.  He attempts to reach the first man in black, the element of surprise due to this new distraction as his ally, but he stumbles backward.  His head spins from the flurry of his actions as if drunk.  Only four ales, he thinks, I can't be drunk.  The sensation gets worse and he loses his sword.  Rygar falls to his knees as the world around him continues to spiral.  He hears muffled crys but can not focus.  The earth comes up hard and dry and darkness soon follows, no sacrifice for the Drowned God.    

Aliza:

"Her prize was gone!" By the time she got another view of the sight in front of the tavern, the mummers farce had seemingly concluded itself, now two of the black riders were dead on the ground and so were four of Lord Mryn's men.
"Not good, not good", she worried. She could not go back to Lord Myrn now, she would probably be blamed for this massacre, worse she had nothing to show for it. "The others take you Rygar! Gods help you if I ever see you again!" she grumbled. Better cut her losses and leave this cursed town.

Oldtown was done for anyways, she had cut her ties with this place long ago, all her belongings were always packed in two saddlebags on Shadow at all times. Money was not really an issue, she was a frugal girl and had enough gold dragons to buy her own keep if she wished, but she was young, and Westeros was so full of adventure. "But where to go?" she pondered.
She walked Shadow out of the stables when she saw that odd, thin man sitting on the floor and the ugliest mule she had ever seen. He was rubbing his head "maybe he got hurt in the melee" she thought. He saw her and got up, flustrered and offered his excuses. "Oh you won't be excused silly man, you will be my ticket to adventure" she thought slyly.

She walked over once he dusted himself off "Excuse me, would you happen to be traveling North? Maybe you would like to share the road for a bit? I know these parts can be mighty dangerous for a woman venturing all alone by herself".
The man's eyes widened and could not seem to utter a word, but he smiled. "Excellent" she thought "hook...line and sinker".

Federyco 

Federyco bent his knees and wrapped his arms around the limp chest of the handsome ironborn. He was heavy with all his belongings, but there was no time to waste, the soldiers were distracted fighting each other. “Marya, push, with all your might!” 

Federyco admired his little friend, timid as she was, nevertheless she helped get the limp frame of the ironborn onto his shoulders.  Federyco grunted and dead-lifted him.  “Lead me away, Septa.”

“This way!” Marya called back, as she disappeared down the street.  Federyco tried to move as fast as he could, but suddenly he felt a tug on the body of the young man. But he was holding tightly to him, and swiftly turned, using the young man's feet as a weapon, crashing them into the peach-and-chevron garbed Myrn henchman.  “I am sorry, my friend, but that will hurt when you awaken.” 

Federyco then returned to his course, and bounded in the direction the Septa went. 

As soon as he had turned a curve, he saw her waiting, and when she acknowledged seeing him, she said, “Follow me, I found a place.”  

They went down a tight alley that opened to a courtyard, in the middle of which arose a marble fountain. “Set him down here.” she said.

He laid him down with a bit more than a thud than he intended, and grimaced in response.  “So sorry, my friend,” Federyco said to the limp body.  What shall we do? 

“Well met!” a woman's voice suddenly cried out and Federyco turned to see... a young man? “My name is Philipe, but you can call me Peep.  We need to get out of here. Once they realize what has happened, nowhere will be safe.”

Federyco looked at Septa Marya, who returned his gaze. They both turned back to Peep at the same time. "'We?'" 

He added, "What a presumptuous young man you are. We don't even know you or from whence you come."  He paused a moment, reflectively, then added, "But, of course, 'we' need to get him out of here." 

Septa Marya was looking at the young man sideways, but Federyco ignored that. “Let us not be rude, then.  I am Ser Federyco Pepae, and this is my loyal companion...” Federyco felt a tugging on his tunic.  Annoyed, he continued, “...Septa Marya.  Where do you propose 'we' go?”  

A sigh erupted from his companion, at the same moment a moan arose from the handsome young ironborn.

Qeaven

Ser Qeaven realized that the time had come set forth. If Piper was ever to become a knight he must have hunting ability.  At ten and 2 he was man physically. Broad of shoulder and man amongst boys. But as bright as a crows cloak. At sword and spear he could rival most landed knights. But land is something Piper Hill would never know. Even if he was endowed a great castle in the morning. He would have been swindled out of it that afternoon.

"Sunrises are quite similar to sunsets, my lord.  Just the wrong way"

 The sunrise blinded them as the Gold Road winded out before them.  Ser Keaven could agree with that. It did feel wrong. Legends of witches and haunted woods had never bothered him before.

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 Septa Marya

The events precipitated beyond Septa Marya´s control. While Federyco´s words still echoed in her head: "What do you think he meant by the lands of Lord Myrn” he was already calling her again…whilst fondling a defenseless and apparently drunken man  in the middle of a fight between soldiers. “Whatevs, have fun mah friend”. To get to him she had to use a pair of her “estrellitas”.  A neck here and another there: two dead men. That fast. Federyco blurted out a couple of orders, and a few seconds later the three of them were all in a courtyard next to a fountain. Marya sees the face of the young drunk man and winks to Federyco: “Oh good job Pepe, he´s a handsome Ironborn”. “Do I know him? Nah”, thinks the Septa. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she hears the voice of a woman who calls herself like a man. “Peep?” She´s nothing but a lad  with a horrible red wig. Marya looks at her companion: “Did he said Peep?”. But within seconds Federyco is already making plans with the stranger. Marya is suspicious, as always, and tries to dissuade him but it's late. Sigh. "I'll get the horses, follow me," says Marya still staring at the lad with the red wig.

The horses are gone. Her beautiful Babieca, the white horse with seven stars tattooed. "Babieca, as white as my pearls". She sighs. Marya takes three horses that belonged to the now-dead men in black and brings them up to where Federyco is with the two young men. The drunkard looks awake now. While Federyco and the lad argue with each other to decide who will load the handsome Ironborn onto a horse, Marya fumbles with the money in her bra. “Federyco, we´re going to the harbor. Now. Síganme los buenos”. She allows them to take the lead, only to look back wistfully at the Moist Kraken for the last time.

She pouts: "Where are you, necklace?"

Jynx

After travelling for weeks to get this far, Jynx’s patience was beginning to wear thin. She was so close to her destination, but she didn’t dare go any closer to town. He would come past this spot on the Gold Road. He had to. And when he did, she would be ready. This was the perfect location for an ambush. There were craggy outcroppings on either side of the road and plenty of trees for cover. There were several places where Jynx could hide her diminutive frame from sight, yet still have a clear view of the road in both directions. There were many travelers on the Gold Road, as well as Lannister guards. She didn’t like being near this much traffic, especially since she was alone.

Jynx was sharpening Karma, her short sword, when she heard horses approaching again. Hopefully this time her horse wouldn’t whinny to them. She had left the horse farther from the road after near-discovery by a Lannister patrol yesterday. She hoped she wouldn’t need to make a quick getaway. Unlikely. Jynx was confident in her skills to keep her out of trouble. Her green eyes narrowed and her heart beat faster as she realized that the wagon with the garish red paint coming into sight was the one she had been told to look for. And there were only two men accompanying it…her intended target, DB, was in the wagon with a companion on horseback. She needed to stop the wagon without killing DB.  Jynx sheathed her sword, got her bow ready and put a perfectly round rock into her slingshot. As soon as the wagon was in range, she launched her rock at DB’s head. Before the companion could react, she grabbed her bow and put an arrow in his chest. Jynx jumped down to intercept the wagon, which was still moving, even though DB was slumped over and the reins were slack. Everything was going perfectly for once.  As she stopped the wagon, Jynx heard more horses approaching. Four Lannister guards were approaching, swords in hand. Jynx tried to scramble for cover, as she nocked another arrow. She took one out of the guards, but the others were coming too fast. Jynx drew her sword, mumbled a quick prayer to the old gods, and prepared to defend herself.

Wimpa

Picking her way slowly through the forest, Wimpa noticed a flock of birds suddenly moving out of the treetops, squawking loudly. Other small creatures on the ground were following along, moving away from the road and past her and Brownie, her newly adopted mare. At the same moment she heard the clash of steel on steel, the groans and shouts of another violent encounter of opposing groups. She paused and listened.

"Well, somebody's been surprised on the road that lays about a mile northeast," she thought. Now I know with a certainty that these lands are scouted by Lord Tywin's men. Wondering who the victor had been, Wimpa continued on her way slowly, parallel to the road but far enough distant to stay invisible with her drab brown horse and even drabber brown cloak and boots. Lucky for Wimpa, Brownie seemed to be the quiet type and had not given away her position as the day wore on and she picked her way through the forest on tiny hunting trails and climbing over exposed tree roots.

"Good girl Brownie, you're sure-footed and quiet, the gods have smiled on me this day," Wimpa mumbled softly while leaning down to pat her nag's neck reassuringly. Just then an arrow whizzed past her ear, and she turned her head in the direction it came from just in time to see and hear the motion of a shrub as a concealed assailant scampered away. Quickly stopping her charge and circling back a few feet to find the arrow, she ducked behind a large pine and found the quiver stuck in a branch. She saw it was plain, not elaborately carved or painted. Surely the weapon of a low-born hunter with dim sight thinking she and Brownie might be a stag? Or had she been discovered by a townsman rattled by local skirmishes into shooting at anything that moved in the forest? Picking up the arrow and staying behind the pine for cover, Wimpa considered her options. Sometimes standing still to blend with the forest was the best option. She began to hear voices, and they were coming closer. Steadily and stealthily, she tied Brownie to a low hanging branch a few yards away and pulled her short-sword and dagger while seeking cover within a large shrubby tree nearby. Crouching within the low tree branches, she was practically invisible. She squinted her eyes to obscure their bright blue color so as not to give herself away, and pulled her hood tight to cover her sandy blonde hair and pale skin. Petite of build and crouched low, she could almost be a broken branch hanging near the ground, and then next to her feet she saw something sparkle. Reaching out to push it with her dagger, she saw that it was the end of a strand of pearls. She began pulling the end the necklace with her right hand, seeing it emerge from the dirt as if it had been buried for safekeeping. "Ha," she thought, "this day has some surprises yet." Shoving the strand into an inner pocket, Wimpa waited as the voices grew nearer. With the sun high in the sky, the shadows were darker, and she may go un-noticed if the bowman has taken his party and gone the other way.

Piper

Before returning to Ser Keaven's side and the scrum that followed, Piper had a moment where he thought he saw a stag in the woods. He loosed an arrow, but then the brown flash was gone, so he would have to hunt again for their supper that night...but as the day was only half over, there would be time for that. And now, he heard Ser Keaven's call, what...and then it was done. "Damn I'm good," thought Piper, as Ser Keaven nodded his approval and the heads rolled on the ground. The lady appeared unhurt.


Wimpa

While listening in a crouched position, Wimpa thought the voices were now becoming more distant. Whew! They hadn't seen her. So she returned her eyes to the ground, and scratched away with her dagger to see if there was anything else where the pearls had been. Luck! A bag of coins, 5 gold stags, 10 silvers, and 20 coppers...well a tavern could not be far away for tonight, and now the coin was at hand for all she could desire to strengthen herself for whatever would come. If she could avoid any unneccesary encounters...

Potty

As the days passed, Potty's initial awkardness and clumsiness began to peel off of him like layers from an onion. Aliza's constant presence steadied his step and sharpened his wits. Her name reminded him of the arm breeze that would cloak Gottyguard every summer.
They hunted chinchillas by day and invent strange languages by night, when Aliza's insomnia would keep them both awake.
One stormy night, as they were feeding the leftovers of Potty's chinhillas stew to Lucious and Shadow, Aliza asked him what did he hope to find up North. Potty hesitated, bt something in her eyes was so inviting, something in her smile was so exiting, that something in his heart told him....nonsensical things, like doobie-doobie-doo, but also that she should know the truth.
"There was a woman once, in Mole Town. One night, not unlike this one, she told me of her childhood. She was born beyond the Wall, you see. What she saw there, somehere, burried deep in the snow...I laghed it off then, when I was young. But it never left my mind all these years, just like she never left. I heard whispers of it again, about a year ago. Some drunken sailor, a foolish iron man venturing too far up North. I wouldn't believe it when I as young - but I want to believe it now."
They sat down while he talked, and now they were both bent over the small fire that Aliza managed to start. Her eyes glowed in the dark like flames of wildfire. His head felt heavy.
"They both claimed to have seen it. Abandoned, frosted....dragon eggs, Aliza."

Federyco

Federyco found himself clapping to the hypnotic music that the septa was singing as she rode in front of the young ironborn man, riding the black draft horse. It was good because he had been feeling unusually pensive and thoughtful; quieter than he usually was. He was still unsure about the young man with the mop of reddish hair, and why he took an interest in the group. He was also feeling attached to the Ironborn, and had not yet figured out from whence he knew him. 

As soon as the song was over it was starting to get dark.  The brown and white mare he was on was starting to become agitated, no surprise given that they had stolen the animals, although the animals had been fairly pliant before.. They were probably hired horses, and not tied to the men in black...but some stables were going to be concerned about their property at some point. "We may wish to put a halt to our travels for the time, to give our horses a rest. I have not noticed many farmers out at this hour, and I have seen some quiet structures in the distance. We should no doubt put down for the night."

Wimpa

Wimpa began to hear the sound of water, she stopped Brownie for a second to listen hard. Yes, the Honeywine must be close by, and a tavern where she could rest for the night for a copper. Good thing that Westeros was not such a foreign place now, after several trips across the Narrow Sea either with or for her Faceless husband. "Jak, Jak, where are you?" she thought, "in trouble again no doubt." She had received a raven 3 moons past, and knew that the silence that followed could only mean one thing…he's in a dungeon again. And how to get him out this time? She would have to use the septa ruse to get close with the castle guards, then a plan would emerge, it always did. Find a disgruntled low-born would-be knight, and see where promises can get you. But first, feed and water for the horse, and a bed and cup of stew for Wimpa, her stomach was beginning to grumble. She took a slow trot to the water, approaching cautiously and checking for company before reaching the water's edge. Good, nobody here, she could water Brownie for a minute before looking for a tavern. After watering Brownie and splashing her face with water, the pseudo-septa trotted along the river's edge till a tavern came into view.

The Wilted Pickle was not the best tavern in the realm, but not the worst either. With a goodly-sized barn behind it and a water-mill attached, there would be a place for Brownie and fresh bread for her. A stable-boy heard their approach and took Brownie's reigns as Wimpa slid out of the saddle, "How's the feed here?" she asked him. "Haven't heard no complaints Ma'm," replied the shy youngster, barely meeting her gaze. "Are there rooms available for the night?" she asked. "Believe so Ma'm, it's been pretty quiet around here this past week since the Lords are all heading to Kings Landing for the tourney." "What tourney?" Wimpa inquired. "Oh some name day or some such," the boy headed with Brownie to the barn. "Many thanks, lad," she said, fishing a ha'penny from her pocket to show her thanks.

The boy was right, the tavern was nearly empty, and when the door closed behind her Wimpa was greeted by the owner forthwith. "I'll be needing a room for the night, and provisions," she told the buxom matron, who answered, "If you've got the coin we can oblige you, right this way." Wimpa let her lead the way up the stairs to the top level, where she showed a room at the far end of the hall to her. "Will this meet your approval Ma'm?" the matron asked, "It's our quietest room with the sounds of the river outside to lull you to sleep." "Very well, this will do, thank you," Septa Wimpa replied, "Is there a looking glass?" "To be sure Ma'm, on the table by the bed. Supper will be in an hour, you're welcome to join us in the hall." And off she went, leaving Wimpa to test the bed and hang her saddle. Now she could take a better look at those pearls. She found the looking glass first, and almost feared to look at herself after a hard day of riding, but the sun had been behind her to she remained fair of face. Putting the glass down, she fished the strand out of the pouch, and put them on. Then when she reached for the glass again, the strangest thing happened. She could not see herself in the glass! What the what? She looked again, and it was as if she was not there. She gasped and almost dropped the glass, but caught herself. "Magic pearls! I've found magic pearls!" she thought, and put the glass down for a second, taking a deep breath. "Wait, take them off and look in the glass again, maybe it's the glass." But no, thrice she took off the pearls, saw herself in the glass, and when she put the pearls on again she could not see herself. Thrice. It MUST BE the PEARLS! She had heard of such magic, but never had seen them before, this could make rescuing JH much easier this time! Wimpa could barely contain her excitement, but put the pearls back in the pouch, stowed it safely in an inner pocket, and went downstairs for refreshment. The Wilted Pickle was beginning to smell like stew.

Rygar

He hated riding a horse. He hated sharing a horse even more. He hated the situation he allowed himself to be put in. That fucking bar wench. She must have slipped him something that caused him to black out. But why? How could anyone have known he would be at the Moist Kraken? Rygar replayed all the events from his departure from Pentos to his "escape" from the tavern and it all did not make sense. He could have easily handled Lord Dryden's men, making sure to save one for interrogation before sending him to the Drowned God. And then there is the "sudden" arrival of Federyco and his Septa. It's been years, and obviously Feder doesn't recognize him without his beard.

They decide to break for camp. Rygar welcomes to halt as his legs are burning from the saddle and he desperately needs a piss. The Septa and the boy are bitching back and forth. What the fuck was he doing? He needs men to help him reach Dryden, not hanging out with this rabble. If it wasn't for the Knight he would have ditched them after waking up at the inn. The coincidence of meeting Fede here after all that has happened just could not be ignored. Something will become of this. He felt it in his bones.

He heard some commotion and looked over at the "boy" whose titties were revealed behind "his" now soaking wet shirt. This is interesting, he thought. Very interesting. His cock pressed against pants as he leered in her direction. He always was a tit man. "Rygar!" Yells Federyco. He looks over at the Knight who has his sword drawn. "Kracken's piss," he mutters, "He remembers me now." Rygar pulls his sword out of his scabbard and meets the challange. "Federyco, let me explain. I was horny and drunk. And did I say I was horny?"