The White Sword Tower

[The Stranger]

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The dark eyed teen disappeared as quickly as he had come.

[Sam]

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Ser Mychel arrived in Ser Benfry's quarters, requesting to speak to the Lord Commander.

[wookie]

Benfry greets him warmly
"Ser Mychel, how are your wounds?"

[wookie]

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Several hours later, just before midnight, Benfry closes the doors to his quarters and asks the guards to make sure he is not disturbed. He heads across to a cupboard and removes the red lantern kept there. He carefully lights it and places it by the window and sits, waiting.


ooc: Mychel this is a seperate conversation later with someone else so feel free to carry on talking and I'll flit between the two as required

[The Stranger]

Benfry waits for almost a month, before, while he was sitting down to add a page to the White book, the dark eyed boy, appeared, wearing a black robe, and holding a burlap sack, which gave off a slight buzzing sound.

"Lord Benfry." He said with the shortest of bows, before tossing the sack.

"Present for you, with my compliments."

[wookie]

Benfry looks curiously at Flea before carefully removing the contents from the sack

[The Stranger]

Inside is a tarred head of distorted, yet still familiar features. The blue-lips of course are prominent.

Flea said nothing, he simply crossed his arms over his chest, a small smile on his lips.

[wookie]

Benfry froze and stared at the head. He moved it slowly from side to side, disbelievingly.
"Is....is this Horas?" he whispered

[The Stranger]

"Well... just his head." Flea said, his grin widening. "We caught him outside one of his safe houses abroad, and took our shot. I know you wanted him alive but..." Flea sucked air through his teeth, "wasn't to be."

[wookie]

Benfry shook his head in wonder "Dead with proof is a happy second prize Flea, well done. This may finally put an end to his faction's plot against the realm. Now all we need to concern ourselves with is Dorne, Braavos & the cult of the Dead God" he grimaced

[The Stranger]

Flea nodded, "And all your lords and Princelings besides. The woman, Tristeza Martell, was in Braavos with the Crow, but they parted ways, and we had to choose one or the other. And since you already made your deal, I thought this was the better prize."

[wookie]

Benfry smiled and shook his head "You go your own way, as you always do little one. Luckily for us, that way seems to coincide with the Crown for now, as well as your need for vengence against Horas & Tristeza for their part in Varner's death. I wonder how our friendship will last once Tristeza feels the cold touch of death, as her former paramour did"
Benfry seemed resigned and weighed down by his thoughts

[The Stranger]

"Lord Varner died, so that loyal and faithful men, that's you, would advise his grace, and not traitors and villains, Horas and Tristy and their ilk. That's why he did what he did, and that's why I do what I do. As long as I can help with that, I will."

[wookie]

"I'm glad to hear that Flea. I'm sorry if I appear ungrateful it's just I have little trust left in your...ah...profession"

[The Stranger]

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Benfry was shaken awake in his chambers.

"Sshhhh." came the familiar voice of his young whisperer friend. "You've got problems."