At Port

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The ports of Braavos are huge, with hundreds of piers and even more merchant ships, coming in from far distant lands. The docks are very crowded and busy.

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Stellas carried Callen down to the docks while Aranya followed. A man came rushing up; big Stellas was easy to see despite the crowd. Before his friend could greet him, Stellas whispered in the other's ear. They talked urgently for a while, with glances at the two captives. Then Stellas whispered to Aranya, "M'lady, this man is my old friend Jamjin. His brother is a steward in the mansion of one noble lady. He will take you there. Hurry."

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Aranya pressed a purse of fifty dragons into his hand, and smiled. "Thank you, Stellas. This is for your service, and your silence."

He bowed. "We sail for far distant ports after this; no more the Free Cities. I will keep your silence, good maiden."

[Axell Lannister]

The Bandolero ship, stuffed with loot and a hold full of captives arives at the dock. A flock of people (young women in particular) arrive to watch, as Syrio Hotah, the Bandolero King strides triumphantly from his ship. His men unload the ship, and they are immediately set upon by fat merchants, eyeing Hotah's goods greedily, and throwing out offers into the air.

The slaves are led out, their hands bound and each being guarded by a Bandolero. Syrio calls over a trader he evidently knows, and whispers to him, gesticulating in the direction of Nealon Spear, who, dressed in his undergarments, is now sporting a beard, as well as a long red scar running down his side, only partially healed, adding to his numerous other scars and missing ear. The trader looks dubious, but he nods, before reaching into his pocket and handing over to Syrio a purse. Two of the trader's men run over, grabbing Spear, and haul him over to the trader. The trader inspects Spear, looking at the size of his arms and legs, as Syrio leans over and whispers into Nealon's one ear,

"Good luck. This man will treat you well. You are to be a household slave."

Spear is soon led of by the trader, and is placed on the back of a wooden cart, along with several other slaves, before the trader, shouts at his horse driver. The Cart rolls of into the main part of the city.

[sabastiangreyjoy]

Mashuda looked as the port of Braavos came in sight with a pleased smile upon his face. His mission in Volantis had been a success and he returned with some more memories than he had before, still he didn't know his name, but he remembered that he had captained a ship before and all of his knowledge aboard a ship had returned. When the ship docked, he had a young boy run a message to Elane, telling her that he had returned. He thought the message was unnecessary, she would already know he was in port, but he had done it anyway to show that the rumour that was going about the ships was not true.

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

The small sloop Falconclaw arrives in the port of Braavos after navigating the dizzying channel under the Titan. Walking down the gangway is a handsome Westerosi man wearing a plain brown tunic with a heavy arming sword at his waist. From the width of his shoulders it is clear he is a man of action. Behind him a small girl, a half dozen years at most, walks down the gangway. She has soft brown curls like her father. A wetnurse scurries after carrying a much younger child, still a babe in arms.

After paying the harbormaster, the man begins to look about, clearly a bit intimidated by the vast city and unsure of where to go.

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A large litter awaits them, borne by eight huge men. It is made of shining dark wood with jewel-inlayed panels, and hung with heavy silk curtains against the bright sun. Inside, there was room for four grown people, with plush cushions.

A liveried man steps forward. "You are Ser Brandon Buckler?"

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

"And who be you?" the Stormshield asks, his eyes flicking to the foreign looking litter.

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"Morho, the steward of the Second Naemyr. You know her as Lady Elane." The Braavosi's eyes flicked towards the two girls. His accent sounded fluid and foreign to Ser Brandon's ears.

"Welcome to Braavos."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Ser Brandon's hand, tightened into a ball, relaxes upon hearing Lady Elane's name. It hadn't occurred to him that she would employ such garish men and such luxuries as the bejeweled litter. He had known her as a humble and tasteful maiden.

"I am Ser Brandon, called the Stormshield. I am Buckler no more."

Brandon turns and lifts his daughter Rose and places her in the litter. She squeels with delight and immediately starts studying every gilted edge. The nurse climbs in with Viola in her arms.

"I shall walk," Ser Brandon says.

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"I cannot allow that, I'm afraid," Morho said. "Just now it is dangerous to be a Westerosi in Braavos. Those heavy silk curtains will protect you from more than just the sun."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Ser Brandon grimaces at the thought but climbs into the litter. Rose immediately uses him as a climbing obstacle.

OOC: I'd say "Daddy Jungle Gym" but that would be a foreign concept in GRRMland...

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OOC: Lol.

Morho mounts up and rides ahead of the litter, clearing the way. They leave the Arsenal behind, and ride for the city proper.

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Having completed her business and closed her affairs in the city, Elane and her household arrive at Braavos' bustling port, the Arsenal. Three tall white swan ships await her - The Moon Maid, Aranya and Bronzestar.

Elane glances around with a pleasant smile, and orders the children and the servants to board. The trained shadowcats follow, startling the crew. Colloquo, Ser Brandon and Fredico stand around Elane before boarding with her.

[Percy Rivers]

Jaeharys Velaryon stepped off the ship and onto the docks of the floating city of Braavos. He breathed in the sea air. By the gods we're barbarians. Jaeharys had always valued the things of the Free Cities more than the things of Westeros and was already garbed in the latest fashions of Braavos. Nobody seemed to take notice of him, those with Valyrian heritage being common sights in the Free Cities (though less so in Braavos, being composed of slaves), and even if they had taken him for a Westerosi nobody cared, war was a business, and when the sealord died Braavos was neutral unless the new one decided to continue the war.

Jaeharys took a canal boat the residence of Delinal Sergyo, when he reached the man's ornate palace he had the servants there announce his presence.