Harbour

[Marie]

The harbour of Kings Landing.

[Marie]

Isabel Hightower arrived with an escort of six men, a groom and a maid. She had sailed from Oldtown to Kings Landing.

[Lord Harold Tully]

Lord Harold Tully stepped onto the docks from his ship after sailing from Dorne, he made his way to his Families Manse and then to the Red Keep.

[Marie]

Lord Hightower and those of his family attending the coronation and funeral arrive at the city.

[Lord Gareth Hightower]

Gareth Hightower stepped off the boat with some haste. He disliked sailing at the best of times so was relieved to be back on dry land.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Lord Oswyn Baratheon arrived at the harbor with a complement of guards, seeking out the harbor master. It had been hours since they had expected Donal back and, fearing something had gone wrong, he sought out the location of the Vindictive Fishy. He did not have to look long, the pillar of smoke rising down the dogs and commotion of the people clearly his brother's handiwork.

"Seven Hells." he muttered under his breath, running towards the plume of smoke in hopes his brother was not dead.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

As Oswyn is running towards the smoke raising from the remains of the Vindictive Fishy, he sees a group of several soaking wet and tired individuals. On closer inspection he notices that they are Donal, Yohn, Aemon and the rest of the crew that had left the Baratheon Manse several hours earlier. He can't help but notice that Donal is walking with a girl's arm draped over him in support.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

There was a clamor of boots as Lord Oswyn and his company rushed to meet them, alarm plain on their faces.

"What in the Seven Hells did you do?" he demanded, face conflicting between relief and anger. The harbor was, after all, his realm within the city. A ship aflame hardly made him look competent.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

"Brother, how nice it is to see you." Donal says with a weak smile as Oswyn and his men rushed towards him. After Oswyn had finished talking Donal's smile falls slightly. "Well, as it turns out the letter from Captain Helga here." Donal says pointing to the woman he was supporting, "Was actually from the assassin, who had set up a trap for us on the boat. Once we where below deck he kind of lit the ship on fire after nailing down the routes of escape." Donal summarizes.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Rather than lecture his brother on the painful strategic errors he had made to fall in that trap in the first place, Oswyn merely sighed in frustration.

"Did you kill the bastard at least?" he asked, afraid he already knew the answer.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Donal thinks for a moment, "I did not. Though, I did save Captain Helga, who knows valuable information towards our investigation." As he looks around at the people still gathering around.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Oswyn turned to one of his guardsmen.

"Inform the Gold Cloaks now! I want every inch of this harbor searched! Every ship and every crate!" he ordered, exasperated. "And someone get the damn fire contained!"

He turned his attention back to Helga now, as the duties were performed.

"Is that true? Do you have valuable information to share Valantene?" he questioned.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

"Brother." Donal starts with the same cheerful tone, "I think there is a more opportune time to discuss how much information we have acquired."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"Very well, escort her to our manse then." he said, sending two guards along with them. "I will take care of the mess here."

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Donal nods, "I can do that." He says glancing back at the still burning ship. "I'm sure you can smooth things over fairly easily."