When Winter Leaves.... (Private)

[Sailor Arti]

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It was probably the most satisfying thing to have her feelings returned and for it to mean so much more than physical attraction. Before she always felt like she was assuming or basing her responses to him based off of what she believed to be true, but never confirmed. There was always that little seed of doubt constantly whispering in her ear. Now that voice could finally be put to rest. This feeling made everything else feel that much sweeter. it amplified practically everything else. From the jokes he made that brought the cheesiest of grins to her face, or the fluttering of her heartbeat when he pressed his lips against the back of her hand, she soaked up all these memories like a sponge, savouring every moment and making sure to remember each thing so that one day they could be added as some of her most treasured, and important moments that happened in her life.

Hagen began to run his hand gently through her long silver locks, humming to himself as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Perhaps", he said gently before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. This was his response to her earlier question of leaving this alleyway. He then quickly, but smoothly took her lips, greedily, once more, leaving the fair-haired maiden breathless in his arms. "We would not want your men to send the search party after you now, would we?", he chuckled as he teased her. Hagen was fully aware of the little schemes that she used against those assigned to watch over her. "And you know, I do not have a damn clue who he is, but whoever you ditched to get to here, I truly feel bad for him." Kaylee scoffed rolling her eyes and crossing her arms across her chest, "That is no matter. It's not my fault they didn't train the poor lamb correctly. Edmund was his name, looked as innocent as a newborn fawn. It must've been some sort of joke for them to assign him as my guardian. That or I'm some rite of passage now." Kaylee shook her head dismissing the notion, "Whatever it may be it is of no concern to me."

"On the other hand," Hagen continued while placing his hand on the small of her back and guiding her out of the alleyway, "I needed this, so he'll just have to handle it", he said as he flashed a wide grin in her direction. A soft chuckle came from Kaylee in response, "It wasn't like I left him with much of a choice otherwise." As the pair stepped out into the streets Kaylee could see it was still just as crowded as she had left it before ditching her guardian. Glancing over to Hagen, he held out his arm to her and proceeded to boast in the most ridiculous, and dramatic of manners, "Care to join me for a walk, Lady Lannister?" Referring to her with her proper title which only caused the woman to shake her head in disbelief, "I will be more than happy to escort you to your residence safe and sound" Kaylee took his arm and walked with him through the busy market streets, "Oh, not scared I'll pull a disappearing act on you too? I'm not sure if that's brave or naive," she jested as she related her joke back to her leaving her guardian, Edmund today.

"You're right, however, I should be returning back to the manor. Maya might have my head if I'm late to the summit meeting. I don't even want to think what Visenya would do to me either." Kaylee said as she got a sudden chill, despite the warm weather in the new King's Landing. Her cousin was someone she didn't want to tempt fate with too much. Both were scarily strong independent women, but Vis was in a whole other category all to her own. Still, her younger cousin loved her all the same. Thinking of her more as a sister than a cousin anyway. "By the way, are you planning to stay on your ship for the duration of your stay here or do you have some other place in mind?" Kaylee asked curiously as the pair made their way down the crowded streets.


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Outfit: Kaylee's outfit Here!
Tags: @Ritual Lobotomy - Hagen Greyjoy | Honorable Mention: @DayDreamer - Visenya Mormont
Notes: You can fast forward them to the place where Kay is staying in your next post if you wish.

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[Ritual Lobotomy]

"Oh, not scared I'll pull a disappearing act on you too? I'm not sure if that's brave or naive," Kaylee teased as she took his arm and they headed down the street on which Hagen let out a moderated and amused laughter. "If you are ought to attempt it after I've just returned, then be my guest", he looked down at her with a knowing smirk. "But I am no Edmund so good luck making me take my eyes off you, and you've missed me too much to do it". Giving her a playful look, he emphasized the not so serious challenge.

Truth be told, he was somewhat mildly upset over her lack of care for security, and even more so such ridiculous mistake of her guards. Surely enough, Kaylee Lannister was more than capable of handling herself, but the crowd of the city and the small talk with more than one purpose were very much real, and very much of a risk. Then again, he had just returned and the lest thing he wanted was to take her on it, when there were so many other things that came first.

"You're right, however, I should be returning back to the manor", she agreed and he nodded. "Maya might have my head if I'm late to the summit meeting. I don't even want to think what Visenya would do to me either." The mention of the two familiar names made him smirk. "Good to know I am not the only one getting a decent one upside the head once in a while", he jested, referring to his very own group of 'babysitters', lead by his good reliable ship cook. Indeed, he understood how plenty of care and nagging could have been a pressure on its own, but he had every ounce of respect for people willing to deal with him, and certainly those willing to deal with the Lannister. After all, she was not an average noble lady, that was certain, but neither was Visenya, and Maya was even less of an average handmaiden in many thing other than being pedant.

"But we should consider getting you there as soon as possible, however. Just in case I am wrong about counting on them to give you a break", he chuckled as he pushed through the crowd of people. Once they were out on relative clearance once again, Kaylee spoke up again, above the overlapping voices. "By the way, are you planning to stay on your ship for the duration of your stay here or do you have some other place in mind?"

"And when did I not?", he asked casually. "I am here for business, not sightseeing or additional comfort", he explained with a smirk. "There is no need for me to search for an accommodation on the land when I have a perfectly good cabin and a lot of reserves to go with during the stay." He gave it a moment, before speaking up again in a lighter, teasing tone. "Unless it is an invitation. In that case, I might consider the deal. If your offer is decent, Lannister."

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In a good company, the walk felt comfortable and relaxing, although it was clearly long, judging by the reaction of the guards around her accommodation once they stepped closer. Although polite, they were on their feet and somewhat tense.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?", Hagen cocked his eyebrow as he spoke down quietly to her. To be perfectly clear, he couldn't have cared less about whether guards were happy to see him or not, even though he'd argue it was the latter. But perhaps the company she brought home might have come off as a negative image in the eyes of the Council. And then it occurred to him that he still had no idea where she stood regarding the entire business they all were here for, and somehow, he could not have been arsed to ask. In that very moment it mattered none and so he followed her.

@Sailor Arti

 

[Nemopedia]

"The Breaker of Chains --the Mother of Dragons-- rooted out a history of slavery, burned and conquered, establishing a new world before she sailed off to the west, to Westeros." Saree's little light spiel continued to float around the crowd. By now he had produced another set of stone, to support the play.

Blue waves to represent the sea, rolling around like mist at the feet of his audience, boats sailing high. Saree spoke of the fight, revealing the name of the mother to Daenerys Targaryen, the infamous conqueror that had a heavy hand in the recent history of Westeros. However, Saree wasn't there to retell a history known by all. He was there to advocate, to remind and hopefully to recreate.

"And while peace lasted in Essos, the continent the Mother of Dragons had left, people forgot," he continued, slipping the stones back into his pocket as to end their role. "They forgot to respect the teachings of the Breaker of Chains and are blinded by selfishness." Saree rose up once more as the dragons faded from sight and instead men were revealed, chained and miserable.

"History is a cycle and we are just a point," he told the girl that had clung onto him throughout the whole story. Smiling gently the male reached for behind the girl's ear, producing a little trinket.

"Have it, and I thank the audience for listening so patiently," Saree turned towards the crowd after gifting the girl a present. He ignored the coins that were thrown at him, the cheers and the boos alike just as he ignored the call for more. He had attracted the attention he wanted and with that his first step had completed.

"Saree Nett, from the nomad tribes of Essos, your ladyship," he finally introduced himself to the Mormont lady and her companion.

@DayDreamer & @Applo

 

[DayDreamer]

Visenya nodded in recognition to Lady Grimm. He had heard of her, but only by name. She knew next to nothing about her, but she could respect and understand a lady taking the lead of her House when there was no one else to take charge. It was a life that had its perks. But it could also be a life of restrictions, deceit and loneliness. Visenya had yet to experience those to their full extend, but she had moments of feeling like she was choking. Short, brief moments that were few and far apart but still there. Enough to make her wish the throne business was over so she could follow her heart and go North. The true North. "It is a pleasure to meet you Lady Grimm." She replied and her eyes narrowed as she noticed the second stone that was pulled out and suddenly waves of blue light rippled around them. That man's magic must've been channeled or fueled by the gemstones, she realized and her mind drifted from the story to the figures of light and how the man moved.

She did chuckle lightly when Lady Tamsyn spoke next. "It appears so." She stated and turned to look at Tamsyn once more, putting the man's voice in the background for the briefest of moments. "Your offer is much appreciated. I never turn down good wine. Especially if it is in good company." She smilled casually. "I shall be staying at Stars-n-Plow Inn until a decision has been made regarding the sucession to the Iron Throne. Perhaps I shall see you at the banquet tonight?" She decided there was no harm sharing her location like that. It would've been easy to find her seeing how she was part of the Northern host and it was only polite to do after she had been invited.

Her head whipped around as the man's story sifted from mere history to something more. While Visenya was as blunt and straightforward as could get for a Lady of her status, he was not bad at figuring out metaphors and covered messages. "Oh I don't like where this is going." She muttered under her breath. Reports from Essos were few and far apart, but being the cousin to one of the contesting Kings did allow her access to a lot of information coming and going from Dragonstone. She had heard of some kind of slaver trouble in Essos, but she had disregarded it. It was hardly their problem and she had other things to worry about, much closer to home. The possibility of a civil war was high and she had spend a great deal of time in training and arming her troops, no matter how few they were. House Mormont's standing hadn't changed. They were still a relatively small House.

Her uneasiness grew as the man ignored the coin and cries of the crowd. The little girl was standing wide eyed starring at the trinket that had magically appeared from behind her ear. If the man was but a travelling magician, eager to entertain the crowds of Westeros with his stories, then he would've dived for that coin being tossed his way, before little kids could snatch it and disappear much like they were currently doing. No this man was after something bigger. "That was quite the story you presented master Nett, though it would seem that it was not the sharing of knowledge that you were after back there. What brings you to Westeros?" She asked, tone and expression only revealing mild curiosity and a certain amount of impressed by the magic show.

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@Applo @Nemopedia I'm leaving this kind off open for some small talk before we move them away from the square.

 

[Applo]

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"I certainly hope you will. These feasts often lack company as interesting as yours would surely be." For the first time she could recall Tamsyn was thankful her father had spent years having the castle septa practically beat ladylike manners into her. The urge to act like a one of her younger sister on their name days at Lady Mormont's warm reception of her invitation was nearly overwhelming. As it was, a broad smile was the only indicator of how she felt she tried to allow to show lest she embarrass herself. It was a blessing from the seven that the Essosi's tale held so much of the She-Bears attention.​

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Personally, Tamsyn never paid much too much mind to reports about Essos. Her main concerns lay to the north in the Iron Islands. All the Shield Island families had been created to protect the heart of the Reach from the Ironmen, and it was a duty she took seriously, even if they had been somewhat less troublesome in the recent past. Compared to that, trouble on a continent on the far side of Westeros wasn't very relevant to her. Still, maybe it would be a good idea to speak to a maester about the situation. If nothing else it would be good to look well informed if her liege lord raised the topic.​

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"I would have thought a man of your talents would be much sort after in Essos. I am glad none of my sisters saw that display or I wouldn't hear the end of it for weeks I'm sure. Clearly you aren't interested in coin, though." The coins that had been tossed at the storyteller were disappearing at an astonishing speed and gave Tamsyn the urge rest a hand on coin purse to.​

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"I doubt it is the weather is that has drawn you here either."

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[Sailor Arti]

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Inaaya stretched as she let the sunrays envelop her in their warmth. She'd been up quite early today. She had a client that only had time to meet her in the unreasonable hours of the morning, but paid her triple just for her time. Of course, she complied despite how out of her way it was. She managed to sneak out of the house without waking Arushi or Varik so she considered it a plus. The streets were busy and the people were practically buzzing with gossip about all the Lords and Ladies that were here in New King's Landing for the summit meeting. Inaaya had already heard plenty about this, even if she didn't quite understand. Little lords and ladies running around trying to have a discussion about who was going to rule next.

She snorted to herself as she continued to walk down the busy streets. It would never work. They would entertain and play at politics long enough for them to plot against each other if they weren't already doing so, and then they'd start another war. Humans were predictable creatures after all. Besides, there was never such a thing as true peace. Blood would always be spilt, always. That's something she had to learn long ago. Besides, people were naturally selfish no matter what some might say. They're always inclined to set themselves up for success before others. At the end of the day, all one could do was look out for themselves. It was pretty depressing to think about but that was the hard truth she had learned after all these years.

"I suppose I should get back," she spoke to herself softly. Still, with this crowd, it would take a while before she could make it back home. She might get a scolding from Varik but she had left him a note at least, that way he wouldn't be too worried. But business was business and he understood that. After all, it's what paid the bills so she figured he wouldn't be too upset over the matter.

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Outfit: Inaaya's Outfit Here!
Tags: @Moonchaser - Varik the Red
Notes: It's short, my bad lol

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[Ritual Lobotomy]

Undeniably so, the story developing before the crowd was a mind-enslaving one, and Arley found himself having to nudge the guard every once in a while when he would be occupied with it beyond his ability to continue describing and pay attention himself at the same time. His assumption however, was that the young man never truly had an opportunity to know the details behind the story of the Mother of Dragons and so he was not ready to scold him more than merely a reminder to continue describing. I more were to be familiar, it would have been a wonderful thing.

"And now, m'lord", Rolan exclaimed in a tone which reminded Arley of an overgrown child. Truth be told, he doubted the man was barely a man in his age. "Now there are... Oh, she's a Targaryen. Daenerys T-"

"I am well aware of her name", Arley interrupted him with a sigh and right away reminded himself that the man beside him was not a man this would have been a common knowledge to. Regardless, the amount of times he was assumed to be oblivious of the world around him as he chose to spend most of his time with himself in his chambers was frustrating and sometimes, he tended to forget that some genuinely meant no ill with their intention to keep him up to date.

"And while peace lasted in Essos, the continent the Mother of Dragons had left, people forgot," the man's voice continued and now the crowd quieted down with tension. "They forgot to respect the teachings of the Breaker of Chains and are blinded by selfishness."

"And now there are chained people, m'lord," Rolan mumbled conspiratorially as not to break the tension of the story. Lord Baratheon responded with a simple nod, but a nod empty of any meaning as he assembled the thoughts in his head. Ever since no word had reached him from his beloved sister, he had his theories and his suspicions and yet nothing came out of it. With slavers on the rise once more, it was one of the options, but all of his connections inevitably reached a dead end. Nobody knew anything of her. Or at least claimed not to. After two summers of struggle and inability to track her down, between her spending her life in shackles and death, as heavy as it was on his heart, he'd rather wish for the latter. But there was only one thing that prevented him from considering either as final just yet; he was yet to give up.

"Come", he ordered somewhat strictly at which Rolan jerked lightly in confusion. "What...m'lord! W-wait!" Arley was already one foot in the crowd, squeezing the top of his cane hard enough for his fist to turn bright red and then pale white, when Rolan followed in, treated with few unamused glares as he pushed people that came between him and lord Baratheon, unknowingly separating them.

"Move, please. Thank you. Pardon me," Arley mumbled as he moved to the crowd, tapping people to get out of his way. "How does he bloody even...gah!", Rolan mumbled in the back, pushing his way through the crowd that now began to scatter in his direction once the story-teller dismissed them after the story time was over. "Watch it, kid!" he shouted out when one of the hyper youngsters rushed into him and almost dripped him on the edge of the crowd. Managing to emerge from the river of people, Rolan exhaled and straightened up his uniform, hurrying to catch up with the lord.

With crowd clearing out, Arley's ears quickly picked up a selected conversation and he stopped for the moment deciding on the direction of the voices, and tapping his cane once to test his surroundings. Footsteps approached behind him and he smirked. "Lovely of you to join me, Rolan. We need to work on that," Arley jested and Rolan simply agreed to it, this time stepping after Arley as soon as Arley made his way forward, this time with a reasonable pace, tapping his cane against the ground every few steps. The voices grew closer and clearer. Man's voice, he had recognized from the story telling, and it seemed he was accompanied by two women.

"Rolan," Arley called out, stopping for the moment and the guard immediately found himself next to him. "Yes m'lord?"

"Who do you see standing with the story-teller?"

Rolan fell silent for a moment, observing the ladies in the man's company. "Two women, m'lord. Both of them gorgeous," the guard noted which made Arley chuckle. "Not quite what I was asking, but lovely of you to notice. I am sure they'd appreciate it." Rolan scoffed lightly in a sheepish agreement before he turned his attention back to women. "One of them has a long fiery braid and fine clothes, m'lord."

"No sigil?"

"I'm afraid not, m'lord. None that I can see."

"Very well, and the other?"

"Blond and fierce, m'lord. I believe a Mormont," he concluded noticing the bear.

"A she-bear then," Arley smirked remembering the man's mention of those like her in his story. "Very well, thank you," Arley nodded, resuming his walk towards the group with Rolan following after him.

"That was quite the story you presented master Nett, though it would seem that it was not the sharing of knowledge that you were after back there. What brings you to Westeros?" he heard one of the ladies speak to the story-teller. "I would have thought a man of your talents would be much sort after in Essos. I am glad none of my sisters saw that display or I wouldn't hear the end of it for weeks I'm sure. Clearly you aren't interested in coin, though. I doubt it is the weather is what has drawn you here either," the other one added.

"Like-minded people would be my bet", Arley spoke up once he approached the group to a respectful distance not to intrude and yet to be heard. "I would assume the rest of Essos is not as ready to listen to you, story-teller," Arley referred to the man as such, even though he had his doubts of it being his true profession. Straightening up and bringing his cane in front of him, lord Bartheon bowed forward respectfully. "Ladies. Sir", he greeted with a mild smirk.


@Nemopedia
@Applo
@DayDreamer

 

[Moonchaser]

The ache woke him at first, then the prevalent fear of stoking the fire immediately after. It was profound, enough to confuse his body into waking completely. With a quick startling movement he sat upright in the bed. No cold to be felt, only the warmth that Inaaya's accommodations provided. There was no fire to stoke, he was safe. Sturdy walls barred his sight from the outside world. He leaned forward, pushing sun-warmed blankets off of his muscled frame. With a few more quick movements, he was on his feet. Not long after, he was already preparing himself for the day. The clothes were easy, but situating his armor by himself was always a pain. Full-plate was traditionally donned with the help of another, a knight and a squire. However, Varik wasn't a knight, nor did he have a squire. He lacked this noble prestige, relegated to the life of a sell-sword by the blood that coursed through his veins. With his arming sword strapped to his waist, he moved to take his position at Inaaya's side, only to be graced with a letter bearing her handwriting. The house was empty, save for her trusty canine companion, Arushi. He liked the creature well enough, reminded him of his extensive life spent within the more wild regions of Westeros, but the creature did put him on edge sometimes as a result. The animal proved to be a constant reminder of what he'd left behind. Ironically enough, he welcomed it.​

His charge had left some time ago, managing to steal away in the young hours of the morning. There was a moment or two spent scolding himself before he spent the remainder of the morning prepping his gear, and pacing infront of a likely amused Arushi. The jingling of chain echoed through the courtesan's home, only to go quiet once he passed the threshold of the door. There was a brief burst of noise that flowed from the doorway left ajar, the crowds were out in force today. Something about important names, old families, and even older blood. When he'd sufficiently closed and locked the door, he turned his sights upon the bustling streets. He hadn't a clue which client in particular Inaaya had gone to see, but he patrolled regardless. Making laps of the immediate area finally bore fruit, for it was impossible to miss Inaaya in a crowd, her earned affluence mixed with her general appearance saw to that.​

With a rigid stance, he squared his shoulders and marched through the throngs of commoners, pushing a person here and there if they didn't accommodate for his direct path. Finally, when he managed to situate himself next to his graceful employer, his crimson eyes rested heavily upon her. He took the opportunity to situate himself to her right, ensuring she was on his shield side. While he strapped the protective slab of metal to his arm, he finally spoke, his deep baritone resonated from his chest all the while. "Shouldn't do that." ​

It didn't take long for Varik to relent, for he didn't want his time with Inaaya to be spent scolding her. It wasn't his job to lecture her. "No one crossed you the wrong way, I take it?" He took a second away from scanning the crowd, using it up just to shoot Inaaya a knowing look. The heavily armored bodyguard was vengeful on Inaaya's behalf, typically only relenting when she asked. After waiting for a response, he moved straight to business. Varik was a great protector, but where he managed to shine professionally he was usually found lacking when it came to the rigors of small talk.​

"Anything on the agenda today, Inaaya?"​

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@Sailor Arti - Inaaya

 

[Nemopedia]

Another man joined the little group. Cane in hand and eyes glazed and unfocussed, telltale signs to which Saree quickly assumed that the man was blind. His posture was confident and regal, nonetheless moving through the crowd tirelessly and speaking into the general direction of the mage.

"Money doesn't tempt me, but I do miss the sun of Essos," Saree chuckled, giving everyone a low bow before raising himself up. "Of knowledge I have plenty, though I'm always open to further my studies," he continued to quip.

"My people are know to be fond of the past. Too fond, perhaps," Saree responded to the male in a more serious tone, eyeing the servant next to him. The nobleman seemed to be of high rank, if he had a need of a servant to follow him so loyally. Or perhaps it was because of the disability? In any case the foreigner saw an use in the clear interest the noble expressed, but wondered to what extent.

The crowd was dispersing and Saree swayed his arm out, gesturing for the small group to follow him. "If you're interested in hearing me out, please follow," he spoke, dipping his head a little before he headed into the direction of the inn. "It will be easier to speak when warm with a cup of wine, I brought you the finest produce from my continent," the male smiled. "We can exchange names and ideals then," he hinted at the rest.

"I can leave you if you wish me to, lady Mormont." Quick to realise that Saree had intended to speak to the lady of Bear Island the lady-companion of lady Mormont spoke. "There are plenty of things I might be getting on with," she followed, offering a deft opportunity for the lady to excuse her politely.

"Likewise," the nobleman chimed in to agree. "And if nothing", he added with a respectful and charming smirk towards the other lady. "I would be more than happy to keep company to the lovely lady here while you're at it." The squire next to him squirmed uncomfortably. Saree judged that considering his age, it was most likely the first time for the man to be in close presence of so many guests of honour.

Visenya turned to look at the newcomers, an inquisitive eyebrow rising as she she took in the appearance of the two men. A small smile fought its way to the corners of her mouth as in no doubt memories were rising to mind. It was quickly suppressed at Saree's response a realisation settling in.

Her gaze shifted to the redhead who was still waiting for her response. "You are more than welcome to join us Lady Grimm. Perhaps this interests the Reach as much as it does the North. And, of course, the Stormlands if Lord Baratheon's intervention is any indication," the lady Mormont said and bowed her head in recognition and respect of the now named nobleman.

Taking note of the lady's name Saree quickly registered that lady Grimm was part of the lower-nobility of Westeros. A rank that received little attention in Essos. However, the mention of the name of Baratheon caught his interest. Two powerhouses in the conversation? That was more than Saree had hoped for.

Insecurely the guard of the nobleman turned towards his lord to brief him of the scene at which the lord smirked briefly at before nodding affirmatively. "I assure you, my lady, I am more than interested in this matter. I am willing to hear it out," he responded calmly, but the tone of his voice still painted the determination hidden underneath. A sign of interest that didn't escape the foreigner, who carefully took note.

With that Lord Baratheon turned towards the other lady, acknowledging her by the name lady Mormont had tied to her. "My apologies, lady Grimm", he bowed lightly with a respectful smirk. "My friend here had a hard time familiarizing me with your association. Nevertheless, I believe him that both of you ladies are lovely", he complimented with a chuckle, to which he blushed visibly, diverting his eyes.

"That is quite alright my Lord Baratheon. Your companion is very kind to say such things." There was a slight pink tinge to lady Grimm's face as her gaze lingered on the guard. "but I doubt that even if I did bare my house arms he would have recognised them. Mine is not a distinguished or well known house. I'm not certain that most of the lords of the Reach would recall them without help." With that the Westerosi pleasantries concluded, making room for business to return once more.

"That was quite the clever trick to lure us in, Master Nett. But wine alone will not grant you too much of my time. I have other matters to attend to before nightfall." lady Mormont spoke, turning her attention back to the foreigner.

"Call me Saree, please," the man insisted, bowing once more towards the group. "And it would be my honour to borrow such powerful ears," he spoke with a smile, making the move away from the plaza towards his inn. The group followed him into the warmth of his accomodation, a place ran by another foreigner just like him. "I have plenty of wine for me to discuss what is needed," he started, waving for a flask to come over that surely enough came floating towards him the black gem of his ring shining as it happened.

Summoning cups to float after him towards a secluded table he set down five cups, not forgetting to pour the guard some wine as well. Despite the pleasantries of earlier Saree cared less for ranks, which notably made him less nervous in the presence of great names.

With the flash of a white stone, which he set in the middle of the table the foreigner winked at his guests, placing his finger against his lips as he signalled that whatever happened within could not be heard or seen out.

"As you may well have guessed I'm here to seek for allies," Saree started, the flask of wine setting down as he picked up his cup, raising it for the group. "Slavery is infecting my continent once more and my people and I hope to curb it," he continued, never seating himself down. Here came the tricky part and the mage could only hope for a flawless execution that would convince them.

"I know that Westeros itself is on the brink of chaos, the winds carry the words well," growing sterner the male lowered his cup, giving each member a look. He knew the situation, but he also had a mission and for that to succeed he needed their backing.

"I'm here to offer my allegiance to whoever promises me to help my home-continent from oppression." Finally arriving at his point he rose his cup and drank, signalling that he wasn't waiting for an answer now. "My people cannot fight this blight on their own, and my skills might prove itself useful in the fight to come here on the continent," Saree smiled, confident in his own capabilities and usefulness, even if they were wary, or skeptical. It was the time of gathering pawns and the mage offered himself.

"I shall be at the feast held in the city, and in New Kings Landing I shall remain until I have found my ally," the male continued, tapping his hand on the table. Finally done the man sat himself down, long fingers pointing at the stone in the center of the table. "My advice is to ask your questions now, for long as this veil holds up. Afterwards this scene might prove itself suspicious," Saree explained, another smirk ghosting his tanned features.

Collab between: @DayDreamer, @Applo & @Ritual Lobotomy
OOC: We can consider this scene concluded. We don't need to do the question rounds, though if you insist be my guest.

 

[DayDreamer]

Visenya had been quick to drag her Stark cousin to his room from his relaxing time at the bar of the Inn so she could inform him of the talk she had with the Essosi mage. She had informed him of Baratheon and Grimm's presence as well as the mage's intention of staying until he had found allies. Any allies. The meeting had deeply troubled her. The man's casual display of magic as it was never seen before in Westeros, his assurance of a war that was coming even though they had been trying to avoid just that.... they were all points that they had to consider. The simple part of her, told Visenya that involving themselves would be a mistake. If Saree Nett had such skills and assuming he wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime example, then their Slaver enemies must've been even more dangerous opponents. Besides, had they not standing armies of their own, pledged to protect the people of the Free cities against all those who would wish to enslave them? As it was the North shouldn't risk sending troops to Essos to fight a war that wasn't their own.

However that was for the King in the North to decide and Visenya would have to follow whatever his decision would be. Now she had to make herself presentable for the feast held by her cousin Catelyn and she had to be done early so she could surprise her baby cousin Kaylee. She hadn't seen the lioness for quite a while and when she had last left her, it was after her father was never heard from in the North. They had a lot of catching up to do and what better way to do so than on their way to Catelyn's manor?

When she got downstairs from her room many an eye stared in surprise of the heavy dark cloak of bear fur, clasped on her left shoulder with a large golden pin styled like a bear's head. Pale golden hair were pulled into an elaborate network of braids, revealing inticantly carved cylindrical earrings. Her green dress peeked from the cloak as she walked with a confident stride, small playful smile on her lips at the attention she received. Yet she stopped for no one, instead making her way to the stables so she could get her horse and be off to the Lannister manor.

Now, Visenya might have been on her way to a feast but that didn't mean she was stupid enough as to ride without an escort and without a blade to defend herself. Her trusty sword hung from the saddle and it had gained the suspicions of the guards until her name was revealed and then it all clicked to them. The She-Bear had had many a practise match with Lannister soldiers and her abilities were well known amongst the troops serving at Casterly Rock.

Being shown in, one of the servants was fast to inform Kaylee that her cousin had arrived most unexpectedly to escort her to the feast. Another guided Visenya to the dining hall of the manor, offering her refreshments and tending to her until Kaylee would arrive.

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OOC: Leaving it open for both Hagen and Kaylee.
Visenya's dress, Hair and earrings

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

Sticking around while the girl was tended to was both counter productive and rather inappropriate. Instead, once both Kaylee and Maya concerned themselves with the unfortunate female, Hagen found his way out of the room they were gathered in and out in the hallway, managing to startle one of the maids carrying the supplies requested for attending to the girl, and alert the guard following after her. Hagen's imposing figure and the expression of concern mixed with anger on his face, made the woman yelp lightly before quickly composing herself and bowing in a rush, but the ironborn paid her no mind, marching forward.

With a somewhat relieved sigh, small woman was quick to slip beside him and rush into the room before he would change his mind. Guard following after was not as lucky, as the lord's striking gaze pierced right through his face, making him halt in his step, albeit maintaining his proud posture.

"You!" Hagen called out to him with authority, although calmer in tone than his posture and his step would give away.

"Lord Greyjoy", the guard responded just as calmly, bowing his head briefly which earned him a respectful nod from the ironborn. "Come with me", Hagen requested waving his head, gesturing for the man to follow him. The man hesitated briefly, but weighting off the situation on hand, quickly decided to catch up with Hagen, descending back down to the entrance hall of the manor. There, Hagen halted, briefly looking around, much like the beast sniffing the air for blood.

"Covered all the access points to the manor, I take?" the ironborn spoke, turning his attention back to the guard.

"Of course", the guard responded seemingly insulted by Hagen's assumption they may have not done it.

"Good. Get me four more guards and meet me outside. The rest are to remain on their positions." The man glared at him with what it seemed to be a calculation in his mind, as the ironborn lord wasted no time to get outside, in front of the manor.

Quickly afterwards, the requested group joined him with the usual formal greeting, and after one of them was requested to visit the Black Mermaid with the specific directions, the rest were divided and sent in different directions, patrolling through the area surrounding the manor, looking for any other signs that would cause a concern. He left nothing to chance, even though Kaylee herself had different priorities that he agreed to disagree on.

Sending the guards away, Hagen made his way back into the manor, making a detour towards the dining room after he was generously offered a drink that he was unable to refuse. Large, tastefully decorated dining room seemed empty, and so the large ironborn paid it no mind to simply barge in carelessly, at the maid's invitation. He came to halt, however, once he noticed a figure sitting at the large table.

Blond-haired woman's garments caught his eye by their unusual combination. However, their richness as well as the fact she was allowed in, convinced him that she was more than a welcome guest in the manor. Getting over the initial surprise, Hagen cleared his throat, making sure he announces his presence before he spoke up.

"My apologies, I did not see you the first thing I walked in", he admitted, referring to the woman.

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[Applo]

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After leaving the impromptu meeting with the Essosi, Lord Baratheon and Lady Mormont, she had made a renewed effort to find the Dancing Duck Inn; her uncle, Jago Redwyne, was lodging there and had secured a few rooms for Tamsyn and her sisters. Immediately after that, a messenger carrying a report of the event had been dispatched to find the Tarly residence. Tamsyn sympathised with Saree's plight. Generation after generation of her own people had lived with the very real threat of being taken into slavery in everything but name. Still, she wouldn't act without her Lord's blessing and even then Tamsyn wasn't sure how much her forces could do to help the situation. Essos was a long way from Greyshield. She was fiercely proud of her fleet, but surely putting slavers down would need more than ships.​

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Once that had been taken care of, the truly tedious business of moving the Grimm household into their accommodation had begun. It felt like half of Grimston Keep had been packed into the holds of the Grey Fleet ships. Even so, that had its advantages, like the bathing tub she was currently luxuriating in. It wasn't the biggest or most stylish piece of furniture but it was a comforting piece of home in this bustling city. A place to escape too and escape was just what she did; sliding down into the tub until head rested on the bottom and her feet were hanging over the side​

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Strands of auburn hair drifted lazily across Tamsyn's vision. A small stream of bubbles made them dance an enchanting dance in the shimmering light. It was a shame moments like this couldn't last forever. The way the warm water held her and muffled the outside world was a tonic to the headaches of the day and her nerves about tonight. The politics of the event wasn't what was causing the butterflies in Tamsyn's stomach. She was effectively only here to sit about until she was told to do something else. No, it was the idea of spending time Visenya Mormont that had her on edge.​

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Meeting the woman was something Tamsyn had wanted to do for a while now. Partially because like her, Visenya Mormont was one of a few women in Westeros who could truly claim to be the head of their house. But also and perhaps more importantly because the She-Bear was a noble woman who had been trained to use a sword and bow. That made her part of an elite group of Westerosi women that included the likes of Brienne of Tarth and Ayra Stark. The kind of woman Tamsyn had often begged the castle Maester to tell her stories of. She had wanted to train to use a sword to be like them but her father had never let her and since his death she had never found the time. It was probably silly that admiration for the woman was making her feel like she was ten years younger and had just been asked to go for a walk with a handsome young knight, but that was jus-.​

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Tamsyn paused mid thought. Something wet had just landed on her foot. Before she had a chance to react something else wet started to drag between her exposed toes. Sitting bolt upright, feet still over the edge of the bath she blinked through the water cascading off her head. Gradually the visage of her sister Astrid came into focus, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. She could also hear stifled giggles from the other side of the door.​

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"Liola says you need to start getting ready or you'll be late."​

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Tamsyn stared at her sister for a moment and then without saying a word, pointed to her foot.​

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"Oh, I'd like you to meet Ser Padfoot."​

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In bemused silence Tamsyn watched as a scruffy, knee high dog was led from behind the end of the bath. It looked like the sort of dogs she had seen village folk use to herd sheep only skinnier. It's tail was rocketing from side to side.​

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"I found the poor thing chained up outside a blacksmith. He looked so hungry and sad I couldn't stand to leave him there so me and Talia spoke to the smith and now he's ours." Astrid's face practically glowed as she relayed the story while one hand lightly scratched behind the dog's ears. Her other hand contained an open jam jar. It didn't escape Tamsyn's notice that it appeared at no point had her sisters thought to ask her permission. She sighed.​

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"It sleeps in your room." There was no point saying the dog couldn't stay. That argument had already been lost. "And sister, if you ever let it into my chambers while I'm bathing again then it will sleep outside again." It was a mostly empty threat, and Tamsyn knew Astrid knew it, but hopefully it would stop a repeat occurrence.​

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"Well, you shouldn't leave the door open." Tamsyn was halfway through drawing her back into the tub when Astrid's answer connected with her memory. She was sure she had shut the door and locked it. No, she was certain.​

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"The door was locked! How in the name of the seven did you and that mutt get in here?"​

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From the doorway Astrid turned to look at her older sister, the mischievous smirk returning to her face. "I'll tell you if you let me accompany you tonight."​

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"Oh Seven give me strength. None of you are coming with me ton…" Tamsyn let out a gasp as the laces of her pale grey dress were pulled painfully tight. Turning her head she looked over shoulder into the emerald eyes of the oldest of her sisters, Liola. "Really Li?" The question was met by the most innocent smile her sister could manage. "I know you heard me have this conversation with Astrid. Not that long ago too. What made you think I would have changed my mind?"​

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"Well, I'm older than Astrid and more importantly, I get to decide how uncomfortable you are tonight." Again there was a pinching jolt as Liola almost violently tugged on the laces. "How's that?"​

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"More than tight enough."​

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"Good!" Tamsyn grimaced as another tug pulled the dress tighter still. "Hold your breath while I tie this."​

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When Liola declared herself finished Tamsyn turned to face her sister, concern in her eyes. "Are you really upset that I'm not letting you accompany me tonight? I suspect it will be terribly dull and Uncle Jago is putting on quite the banquet here. I know he's invited the Hightower's to join you."​

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"Oh Tammy," Tamsyn winced at the nickname that only Liola used. "I know. I really am quite looking forward to tonight truthfully. That dress is just meant to be that tight. It would be more comfortable is you had used that trainer that came with it you know." The last sentence took on a mock scolding tone. "Oh and before I forget, I have a present for you."​

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A small wooden box was thrust into Tamsyn's hands.​

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"Open it. You'll need them for tonight."​

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Prying the lid off the box revealed of a pair silver spikes with green gems fixed to the thick ends by means of a delicate wire cage. It took a moment for Tamsyn to realise they were earrings that had been styled to match her necklace.​

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"They're beautiful Li"​

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"I'm glad you like them. They are from all of us. Even Amber gave me a little coin for them."​

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A chuckle escaped Tamsyn's lips. "Where did Amber get any coin?"​

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"It is probably better not to think about it. I've started keeping my coin purse in a taller cupboard though."​

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"Another delinquent Grimm. I almost pity poor Septa Moelle." There was a long silence before Tamsyn spoke again. "Thank-you Li. I know these must have been your idea."​

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"If I can't get you to stop wearing that necklace at least I can make sure you have some jewelry the compliments it." For a brief moment the sisters rested their foreheads against each other before Liola pushed Tamsyn gently away. "Now hurry up and get ready. Jago and the others have already been waiting a while."​

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"Ok, Ok. Send someone down to tell them I'm nearly ready, and Li… make sure Astrid and Talia don't do anything too silly tonight. Mostly Astrid."​

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"I always do. Make sure you don't anything silly either."​

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"I'll try."

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[DayDreamer]

Being informed that Kaylee would meet her as soon as she was able to, Visenya had simply decided to make herself comfortable in one of the many chairs in the hall, keeping respectable distance from the more elaborate seat of the host at the head of the table. She knew that her cousin would be making sure that nothing was left to chance in terms of presenting herself. Kaylee rarely, if ever, did things by half measures and that meant she would spend a significant amount of time getting ready for such an important occasion as this. All Visenya would have to do was wait. And enjoy the fine wine she was offered.

However the rather tense posture of the servants tending to her and the sound of suffling armored feet outside the doors to the dining hall made her frown. What was the problem? Surely her presence was not the cause of such restless activity. Then it clicked. What if the guards posted on the entrance weren't there just for paranoia's sake? What if their tension was not because she had dropped unannounced. She was about to turn to the servant for these answers when the doors swung open and a large man casually strolled in with a glass of wine at hand. "My apologies, I did not see you the first thing I walked in" He admitted casualy as he registered her presence there.

A questioning eyebrow was raised as she studied the man. Tall and sturdy built, he had the aura of a man who had power, knew how to use it and didn't give two fucks about who would come after him. There was no immediately visible sigil but Visenya could tell this man was a noble. "Well you are not a new captain of the guard, that's painfully obvious. Care to tell me what is your business here and why there is such a commotion amongst the guards?" She asked forgoing all etiquette and introductions. Those could come later, after her mind was put at ease or actions were taken. If it was possible, the servant's body went rigid and more harsh once the bearded man entered the room and it didn't go unnoticed by the She-bear.

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[Ritual Lobotomy]

As he sipped the wine, Hagen cracked a lopsided smirk behind the cup, calmly returning to woman's questioning gaze. People often averted their gaze from him first and so if the woman in front of him had no need to do so, he was more than happy to humor her with his. Although being equipped with rich, noble garments, the hide over her shoulders and her golden mane gave her a look one would expect to see in wildlings of the deep North, but its fair color and her icy eyes were anything but the usual for the North. It perplexed him for a bit, but then a moment later, he believed that he was able to connect the face with the name. After she cocked her eyebrow at him he was confident, and after she spoke to him, he was certain.

"Well you are not a new captain of the guard, that's painfully obvious", the woman started and Hagen made an amused grimace followed by a light nod and a wide grin. "Observant, I see", he chimed in before he chugged down the entire cup of wine as if it was indeed a mere grape juice as he often tended to refer to it. "Care to tell me what is your business here and why there is such a commotion amongst the guards?" Extending his arm towards one of the servants, the ironborn nudged the emptied cup and the small woman quickly rushed to refill it and then rushed to get out of his sight. Such behavior did not fail to catch the lord's attention, but being a most common reaction among the servants, he gave it no further thought nor care. "I don't really have a choice now do I, lady Mormont?" he jested taking another taste at the liquid and focusing back at the woman. Straight to the point. He found himself appreciating it as one would appreciate something as rare among the Mainlanders.

"I am merely a guest of this manor", he began, approaching the table and sitting on the chair on the opposite side of the large dining table, bringing himself at the equal respectable height as her. "Welcomed... for the most part", he hinted, giving the service a brief look, but no more than that. "Understandable, however", he exhaled and leaned backwards comfortably, quickly addressing the second part of the lady's question, albeit carefully picking his words. Family or not, there was no telling how much Kaylee would let be known.

"There was an unfortunate event. A woman was found injured and in need of help on manor's steps. She's being attended to, but that is all there is to it", he smirked and took a swig at his drink. "As someone concerned for lady Lannister's well being, I took as much liberty to kick them in the arse and make sure there is no more than that to be concerned about", he explained calmly, playing with the cup and allowing her freedom to ask anything else she'd like to ask, without his usual boast and noise, and perhaps his unusual silence was the reason the servants still continued to fidget every once in a while.

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[DayDreamer]

The maid's rush to clear away from the man did not escape Visenya's attention, as did his smug expression as he seemed to have realised something. Perhaps that something was, in fact, her identity. It's not like she was exactly hiding who she was, the Others be damned, she was even advertising it with her jewelry and pelt. But she did not know this man and he seemed just as comfortable moving around the manor and ordering the servants as much as she was. It concerned her. She responded to his rhetorical question with a mere unamused smile.

She watched him calmly as he decided to sit down and relax at the opposite side of the table, as if they were meeting head to head for this. She had a small lopsided smile as he replied to her inquiry of his identity with anything but his name. "There was an unfortunate event. A woman was found injured and in need of help on manor's steps. She's being attended to, but that is all there is to it" Visenya's eyes were quickly clouded with alarm. So it was an attack. Not a direct one on her cousin's life, but an attack nonetheless. He had tried to wave the incident aside as nothing of major importance, but knowing her cousin and the way the guards acted, it was a little more than that, but Visenya couldn't exactly put her finger on it. As soon as the man grew quiet and with the last bit of information tucked away, Visenya rose from her seat and calmly walked over the maid, dismissing her attempts to serve her and instead refilled her own cup. "My cousin is tending to this woman right now, isn't that so?" She asked the woman, her back slightly turned on the still anonymous man. The woman nodded meekly and stood frozen in place, staring from the man to Visenya and then back to the man. Honestly the answer did not surprise her. Kaylee had always had great empathy towards others and she had indeed trained in the arts of healing, though to what extend Visenya was still unsure.

Filled cup at once, Visenya made her way over to the seated man, instead of going back to her seat. "Mm, yes, they seem to be afraid and welcoming enough to allow you to give them orders." She commented with an unreadably calm and focused expression as she sat on the edge of the table to his right side. She took a sip from her cup, her eyes never leaving him as she was able to better judge his stature and face from a closer distance. He was significantly larger than her, but that never stopped Visenya before from asserting dominance. "Holding an air of mystery is overrated and can be considered impolite in certain circles. Now, since it appears you already know my name, you would be willing to share yours, or I will have to have the captain inform me of your identity and that would be less pleasant should you be found less welcomed than you make yourself to be." There was a pleasant, almost challenging, soft smile on her face as she finished her request.

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[Ritual Lobotomy]

Exactly as he expected it to be, the small conversation they established now felt like an interrogation. Hagen remained seated comfortably, tapping his finger against the table with an amused smirk on his face. "Mm, yes, they seem to be afraid and welcoming enough to allow you to give them orders", she suggested, and it drawn out a brief chuckle from the ironborn as he acknowledged her leaning next to him against the table with a brief glance. "I would say they went with the easiest option by playing along. That, or they simply cut me some slack, being their respectful guest and all that", Hagen explained vaguely, gesticulating with his hand. And yet, she maintained the glare, albeit this time more that of questioning nature.

Studying her face smuggly for a brief moment, Hagen pointed towards her knowledgeably. "Ah. The inquisitorial glare. Runs in the family, doesn't it?" He believed he understood her as much from all she'd heard of her. Visenya Mormont wasted no time on games and it was something that he very much welcomed greatly. Deciding she had it enough with beating around the bush, lady Mormont spoke up determinantly. "Holding an air of mystery is overrated and can be considered impolite in certain circles". Hagen nodded politely, biting his tongue not to interrupt her further. What would have happened if being mysterious was what he was going for? She simply did not ask for his name in the first place.

"Now, since it appears you already know my name, you would be willing to share yours, or I will have to have the captain inform me of your identity and that would be less pleasant should you be found less welcomed than you make yourself to be." It did nothing to truly intimidate the man and instead he gave her a perplexed glance, assessing her words. "I'd suggest you try a non biased source in that case, lady Mormont." Exhaling through his nose, Hagen leaned his hands against his thighs and lifted himself up. Stepping away from the table to stand at the respectable distance from the woman once again, before he took up his usual confident stance. "Then again, an ironborn will hardly get a non biased trial around here, so I suppose it is all the same", he smirked. "Hagen. Greyjoy. Nice to finally meet you, lady Mormont. I've heard a plenty."

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[Sailor Arti]

Art by: WLOP

Kaylee Lannister

Outfit: Kaylee's Outfit Here!
Hair: Kaylee's Hairstyle Here!
Tags: @Ritual Lobotomy , @DayDreamer
Notes: Sorry for the long wait guys

"Hand me a rag so I can get her cleaned up. I won't be able to examine her otherwise." Kaylee ordered as she held out her hand for one of the servants to hand her the tools she needed. "I'll do it. You're already dressed." Maya cut in grabbing the rag and washbowl from the servant and starting immediately on cleaning up the injured girl. "Thank you," Kaylee said softly before going across the room and washing her hands in the other washbowl. A deep frown had settled on Kaylee's features.

She knew that times like this always required her to be on her toes but this isn't exactly what she was prepared to deal with. Drying her hands on a towel that one of her servants were holding she made her way over to the girl who was unconscious. "You're all dismissed," Kaylee said to the remainder of help in the room. They nodded leaving quietly, everyone left except Maya. Once they were gone Kaylee leaned in close to the girl to check and see if she had the insignia that branded all of Kaylee's spiders. Pulling her lower lip down Kaylee confirmed it was indeed one of her own. Maya flashed her a look and Kaylee stood up straight with a sigh. "I know." Was all she said.

Maya stood up crossing her arms across her chest. "We need to move now." Sighing once more Kaylee ran her hand through her hair. "Right. Some timing this all has." She went over to the table that was set up in the room with all kinds of medical supplies. She started arranging things on a tray that the girl would need for treatment specifically for her case. "I need you to call my spiders into alert. This one's a code black. If someone knew to attack one of mine..." She drifted off. This was all kinds of dangerous but she didn't have time to speculate what this might mean. Not when they had a job to do.

"That means you're going to need your necklace too. I don't want to take any risks. You're free to act how you see fit. I trust you. Just get me information. " Kaylee said turning towards Maya. "I'll be on alert too but my hands are tied for now." She rested her hand on Maya's shoulder firmly, "Be careful. I don't have a good feeling about this." Maya nodded, "You too. Stick close to Hagen. Oh, and please, arm yourself generously this time." She gave Kaylee a knowing look to which the silver-haired lioness just nodded. "Leave out the back way," Kaylee said as she made her way to the door. "Already on it," Maya reassured her before Kaylee closed the door behind her.

One of her servants was making their rounds down the hallway and Kaylee pulled them aside. "There's an injured girl in this room. Get a couple more to help you. Oh and find Anne, she understands how I practice medicine. Everything you'll need to treat her is on the tray on the table." Kaylee instructed and the servant nodded. "Also send someone to fetch my daggers in my room. It's going to be a long evening." She said with a small smile. With that, the servant went off to fulfil their instructions. Kaylee sighed once more making her way towards the front of the manor. "You have company waiting for you in the dining room ma'am," another one of her servants told her. "Thank you," Kaylee said as she made her way there.

"Now, since it appears you already know my name, you would be willing to share yours, or I will have to have the captain inform me of your identity and that would be less pleasant should you be found less welcomed than you make yourself to be." she heard the voice of her cousin closeby which brought a small smirk to her features. It had been a while since she'd seen Visenya face to face. "I'd suggest you try a non-biased source in that case, lady Mormont." she heard the familiar voice of her lover which made her freeze in her spot. "Oh no," She whispered to herself. "Then again, an ironborn will hardly get a non-biased trial around here, so I suppose it is all the same", he smirked. "Hagen. Greyjoy. Nice to finally meet you, lady Mormont. I've heard plenty."

Clearing her throat Kaylee decided to make her entrance sooner rather than later, lest her cousin finds a reason to lodge her sword in Hagen's heart. "Cousin!" Kaylee called out to Visneya with her best award winning smile, "I do hope I haven't kept you waiting for long." Kaylee laid it on thick as she made her way over to her. Kaylee quickly embraced her, "You look stunning!" she exclaimed giving her a once over before spotting her weapon. "Ah, but some habits die hard hm?" She teased moving to where Hagen was, snaking her arm around his. "So I see you've both met, good. I hope he's behaved himself." She said as she gave Hagen's arm a squeeze.

 

[DayDreamer]

At any other circumstance, Visenya would've been amused and willing to play this game longer. This man was both comely and good with banter if slightly annoying, but two could play that game. Unfortunately, an attack had taken place and they had a feast to attend to shortly. However the man oblidged her and Visenya slowly and cooly set her cup on the table, glaring daggers at the man. If looks alone could kill, Hagen would've died at the hands of a White Walker that very instant. She was about to speak when Kaylee emerged from the doors and was quick to hug and inspect her.

The change in momentum was enough to mentally throw Visenya off balance. Her icy stare had turned confused and she smilled widely at her cousin, returning the hug with the warmth and enthusiasm of seeing a relative and best friend after a long time. She laughed as Kaylee noticed the hilt of her dagger poking from her side as the cloak moved during the hug. "New or Old, King's Landing will always be a place you're better off with not letting your guard down." She commented and took the chance to inspect her cousin as well, her eyes narrowing in confusion as Kaylee made her way over to the man that had broken her heart and held his arm.

"From what I have heard about him, he did indeed behave himself. But what is he doing here after what he did and are you alright? I was told there was an attack." She took a step closer at the two, concerned about Kaylee's wellbeing, and her eyes moved from Hagen to Kaylee, focusing on her as Visenya's hands moved to her hips and rested there. While it was a known gesture of Visenya getting down to business, in this case sorting out the tangled up roots that was her confused brain, it was also a position to which her hand could draw her dagger in the blink of an eye. She was clearly not pleased with who the man turned out to be, not because he was Ironborn, but because he had hurt her baby cousin greatly.

 

[Ritual Lobotomy]

Albeit mostly expected, the woman's reaction at the mention of his name was amusing at the very least and so as her eyes turned murderous if only for a moment, his flared up with somewhat childish fuss. Lord Greyjoy certainly had a healthy dose of his fun at that very moment, although he remained respectful enough to the lady's reaction to contain the smirk. He was not there for an unnecessary drama. At least not for a day more. Finally, lady Mormont proceed to speak, but as if planned, the Lioness was faster, gracefully rushing into the room, swiftly occupying the attention of them both once she spoke up happily.

"Cousin!" Kaylee called out with a flashy grin as she rushed to Visenya's side. "I do hope I haven't kept you waiting for long", she continued as she embraced the woman tightly. Adjusting his stance, Hagen stepped back allowing both women some space and as much time needed to execute their greeting as Kaylee proceeded to compliment the lady and comment on the weapon in her possession.

"New or Old, King's Landing will always be a place you're better off with not letting your guard down." It was quite the accurate claim. The city built on only a shadow of its previous self, was most likely where the swords were the sharpest and the words were the sweetest. One of the main reasons that King's Landing was his least favorite destination, and he had seen plenty. But even so, it had it's beauty, if only in a single living form.

"So I see you've both met, good. I hope he's behaved himself", she spoke as soon as she wrapped herself around his arm, luring out a content smirk for the ironborn, although he was not quite sure whether her words were meant to be a praise or a scold. Perhaps a bit of both. Hagen responded soon after, nodding lightly before he looked back at the fair haired northern. "As promised, my lady. Besides, it is not everyday that I am meeting the famous Visenya for the first time", he added with a charming smirk.

Perplexed by her cousin's behavior, lady Mormont shot him another suspicious glare. "From what I have heard about him, he did indeed behave himself. But what is he doing here after what he did and are you alright? I was told there was an attack." Many questions, and understandably so. Even though he was aware of the tension in the air that could be cut with a knife, he would have preferred if it did not escallate. Somewhat against his nature, he found it hard but necessary to keep his mouth shut and let Kaylee hold the reins of the conversation. The word of what he did bothered him only slightly, but he could not make himself be mad over the reason behind Visenya's protective stance. After all, he was grateful for people like her that put Kaylee's well-being as a priority. Common cause was something he quite often cherished most that a personal animosity, even though his presentation told a different story.

"I believe those are for you", Hagen chuckled as he referred to Visenya's questions, letting Kaylee take the lead.

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[Sailor Arti]

Art by: WLOP

Kaylee Lannister

Outfit: Kaylee's Outfit Here!
Hair: Kaylee's Hairstyle Here!
Tags: @Ritual Lobotomy , @DayDreamer
Notes: I finished this before class, so I'll add the text colors and such when everything is done

"As promised, my lady. Besides, it is not every day that I am meeting the famous Visenya for the first time" Hagen delivered with a charming smile. Unfortunately, it did nothing to calm the tense atmosphere that was surrounding the trio. Kaylee turned her azure gaze back to her cousin pleading with the twelve that she wouldn't make this harder than it had to be. The returning glare she got back from her cousin confirmed that her prayers would go unanswered this day.

Years of dealing with people and learning the art of communication taught Kaylee a few things. Understanding her older cousin simply because of how close they were was another thing entirely. She already knew what was going to come out of her mouth because it was clearly written on her face. Bless Visneya's heart, this was why Kaylee was the one to deal with politics. Her cousin was readable and predictable and those factors alone left her open to being manipulated. Kaylee straightened up, her earlier bubbly facade melting away to show just exactly how she was feeling.

Her body posture held a seriousness that she shifted the whole mood and her eyes lost its gleeful glint. However this wasn't meant to intimidate her cousin, it was the opposite actually. Kaylee knew she could be comfortable with Visenya and that's part of the reason she was being vulnerable right now. "From what I have heard about him, he did indeed behave himself. But what is he doing here after what he did and are you alright? I was told there was an attack."

Bingo. Exactly what Kaylee had been anticipating. A meek smile graced the Lannister's lips at the barrage of questions her concerned cousin had just fired off. "I believe those are for you", Hagen said with a light chuckle to which Kaylee nodded. "Love's funny that way, isn't it?" Kaylee said with a sigh before crossing her arms across her chest, "We ran into each other and had a little heart to heart. We cleared up some things and moved forward. All's been forgiven Visenya. He's not a bad guy so go easy on him, okay?" She asked as she flashed Vis a knowing look, for she'd been there during the rough patches with her. Kay appreciated her the most for how protective she was of her always.

"As for the attack..." Kaylee began as one of her hand servants appeared in the room with her daggers in their sheaths. The hand servant bowed slightly and passed them off to Kaylee who muttered a soft 'thank you' before turning back to her cousin. "I'm fine. But as you so perfectly said earlier, I can't afford to let my guard down," She pulled one of the daggers from its sheath to inspect the blade before putting it back in its place. "We're handling it, trust me," Kaylee said the last bit cooly. Her eyes had an icy glare to them as she thought about the seriousness of the attack and as thoughts of what she'd do to the one responsible came to mind.