The Tower of the Sun

[Fel]

He is already dead, many apologies, the girl innocently sleeps on.

[Sam]

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Ser Tytos Falastur arrives at the Tower of the Sun and requests to speak to whomever was left in charge by Lady Tristeza Martell.

[brigida]

Upon their arrival to the Tower of the Sun they were met by a large guard, which escorted them to the chambers of Ser Worren Allyrion, second in command of the Dornish Navy to Ser Beric Dayne, who was in the Mander of present.

Worren was a congenial man, full of deep booming laughs, and merry sentiment with a rosy complextion, and a gut to rival any in Westeros--quite the reverse of Ser Beric, who was pale, thin, and quiet.

The naval officer sat feasting in his chambers, awaiting the arrival of the visitors he had been told were coming. Beside him sat Lord Andrew Wyl, who eyed the man distastefully, his arms folded, with the look of a man smelling something rotten. His eyes were sharp, and narrow, and his skin sallow, the color and consitency of plain dried candle wax.

Together, the pair made up the interim leadership of Dorne's political and military structure respectively.

[Sam]

"Greetings, my lords. I will be blunt with you; I am on my way back to the West, to join my masters in fighting the Ironborn scum. I know that your liege, Lady Tristeza, has aligned herself with Lord Regent Blackwood, whom my masters also serve. I would request of her, through you, the use of a part of Dorne's navy, to aid us in diminishing the numerical advantage that the Ironborn possess."

[brigida]

Ser Worren chuckled heartily "Diminish the numerical advantage, you say?" he asked with a large grin, in between bites, "Quite a mouthful...but then, the fuller mouth the better."

Ser Wyl cringed at the gluttonous man, a cruel sneer streaking his face "How many ships are you looking to borrow?" he asked in a thin, high, raspy voice.

[Sam]

"I recieved a letter from my lord, Lord Jaymes Farman. Me mentioned that he had spoken to Lady Tristeza on this matter previously, and told me to request the use of forty galleys, of your fifty."

[brigida]

The fat man chomped happily on his food, and replied "Well, if the lady says, it goes." he laughed simply, "Having a lady ruler is much like having a wife, you know." he seemed to be enthralled in his meal as he spoke, seldom looking up.

"Very well." Wyl said acidically, "The commander of the navy is currently in the Mander." he explained, "You may take the forty ships, but you must not engage in combat if at all possible, until he joins you. I will send him a raven promptly that he is to meet your fleet in Lannisport. Does this sound agreeable?"

[Sam]

"Yes, my lord, you have my thanks. We will not bring them unto combat until your admiral arrives, or we receive word form him. Thank you, again, my lords." He bowed respectfully, and turned to leave the solar.

[dornishprince]

Arriving with two guards, carrying between them a large strongbox, Elijah Martell arrives. He makes inquiry of the liveried guard he encounters at the entrance as to whether or not the rumours of his sister's return are true.

[dornishprince]

"I'm sorry, ser," replied the guard, "I'm not sure where you get your information but Lady Tristeza is most definitely not in the tower at the present moment."

"Damnit," swore Elijah. "If I could leave word, please inform her that her brother, Elijah, has taken up temporary residence at the Spoiled Serpent." He motioned to the guards and turned to leave.

"Ser, Ser. Mightn't you care to take up residence here in tower?" the guard queried as he rushed to the end of the stairs.

"I thank you, ser but no. I left under auspicious circumstances and would much rather await my sister's decision on the matter. Good day," and with that, Elijah and his small retinue began their return through the dusty thoroughfare on their way back to the Spoiled Serpent.

[brigida]

Tristeza arrived late in the night to the Tower of the Sun, though the streets of the desert city bustled still, for its people were inclined to avoid the hostile Dornish sun. Upon arriving in her Solar, she was informed of the arrival of her brother, and sent a messenger to inform him of her local arrival.

[dornishprince]

Elijah strode purposefully up the stairs in front of the Tower of the Sun. He was well ahead of the two guards who struggled mightily to keep up as they carried the strongbox. He came to a stop as he was approached by the same guard who he had spoken to previously, "I've received word that my sister has returned. Would you be so kind as to send word that I'm here?"

The guard nodded and turned to leave, "Of course, ser. Perhaps you'd care to wait here."

"Absolutely," replied Elijah.

[brigida]

The guard returned, accompanied by Kardaine Ladybright, and Timm Vikary, Tristeza's best trusted guards. The escorted Elijah to her solar, and remained in the room, Kardaine near the door, and Timm Dayne just over Tristeza's left shouler.

[dornishprince]

Elijah wandered aimlessly around the lower levels of the tower, uneasy and nervous over the meetings soon to be held and their ominous tidings and portents. War was coming to Dorne; the prospect was not something he enjoyed, but only stiff resolve and resolute decisions would place his people in a place where swift, direct action could be easily executed.

[Flex]

Ser Beric Dayne arrives at the Tower of the Sun and requests an audience with Tristeza Martell, or anyone else of house Martell.