At Port

[Lord Howland Royce]

Wearing boiled leather armour, a bravos sword at his left hip and a dirk at his right. Brandon searched for a merchant he had been a guard for previously. Baelor had the same outfit though he had two long daggers at his hips, with smaller ones hidden in his boots.
Brandon quickly spotted the fat merchant, and made his way over.
The merchant saw him and asked: "Is it true that you're leaving for westeros?"
"Indeed, some travel will do me good I think," Brandon answered.
"No doubt the younger bravos will cry for loosing the chance to beat you in a duel."
"I was actually hoping to cross with one of your ships".
"Hmm, it happens that a ship of mine is heading to Gulltown. Give the captain of the ship this letter. It won't be for free though, you'll likely have to clean or row. Maybe he'll even appreciate a song or two"
"Thank you, I'll pay you a visit the next time I'm in the area," Brandon waved and made his way to the ship. "I hope you don't get seasick," he said to Baelor who shrugged.
"The ship will depart in a few minutes when everything is loaded," the captain said.

[brigida]

Tristeza Martell arrivedat port with her entourage of fellow diplomats, translators and bodyguards after what felt like an absurdly long voyage--she found herself hungry, weary from the travel, and covered in the filth and the brine of the sea.

[dienekes]

Another small boat enters Braavos.

[dienekes]

the same damn boat enters Braavos

[Aerys]

Ser Daemon Velaryon stepped off the ship that had provided him passage from Driftmark and onto the docks of the city of Braavos. Despite his dislike of Braavosi fashion, he had donned Braavosi garb better to blend in. Bareheaded, Ser Daemon's Valyrian heritage of silver-gold hair and his dark violet eyes were still on display for all to see, although nothing would mark him especially as a knight of Westeros, which perhaps given the current political situation between Westeros and Braavos might have been unwise. However Daemon observed that there were many of Valyrian heritage making their way around Braavos, so he did not feel the need to take further steps to obscure his features.

Daemon took a canal boat to the residence of the Sealord Delinal Sergyo. When he reached the man's ornate palace he had the servants there announce his presence.

[Sam]

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Twenty new War Galleys sail out of the harbor, and head west flying under banners of gold and crimson.

[tomte]

A merchant ship, The Salty Maiden, arrives at port.

[dornishprince]

Oberyn Santagar and his father, Hanover, walk up to Joron Sands.

"Thank you very much for getting us out of Dorne, Master Sands," Hanover offered his hand, "My son and I are forever in your debt."

[Lord Howland Royce]

A merchant ship entered the port, and Brandon stepped out. He exhanged words with his former employer Reret Nekna, a fat merchant, telling him a few stories of his time in Westeros. Brandon left the docks to do business, a small smile could be seen on his face. "It has been a long time since I've spoken so much Braavosi," he thought.

[tomte]

Joron Sands arrives at the port and asks a nearby sailor where he can find Devaon, a sell-sail from Pentos. The sailor leads him towards a pier.

[The Stranger]

At the pier is a small, but sturdy built ship, with blacksails. An enormous Summer Islander is leaning on a maul, and speaking to a long haired wench next to him.

[tomte]

Joron approaches the two people at the pier, greets them and asks to talk to Devaon.

[The Stranger]

The massive Summer Islander turns, and gives an evil scowl, "Why you be needing to talk to Devaon little man?" He asks.

[tomte]

"Daar Seluani sent me, Devaon and I will have business together."

[The Stranger]

The woman gentle pushed the summer islander's chest, and he stepped back.

"Devaon Sunsail, at your pleasure sweetling," she says with a smile. "What can I do for you?"