Lys

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Lys is spread over islands, much like Braavos. It is a decadent city with some of the most famous pleasure houses in the world, and the official deity of the city is a love goddess. The Lysene are tall people with fair hair and light eyes.

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Elane's ship, changing course after a message from Braavos, docks in Lys and a palaquin takes Elane up the the palace of the Prince of Lys. Once there, she is closeted in a room with him for the rest of the day.

[Victarion]

OOC: I'm not to sure what Lys's government system is. But I think the Smith made it a republic with a council. Kind of like the Roman senate.

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OOC: Well, the Smith was okay with it being a Prince. Let's say the Prince has magisters, the way Pentos does, to make it more council-like. In the scenario the Prince has the authority though.

Elane and the Tyroshi envoy were feasted for another day before the Prince of Lys put them aboard their ships back home.

[Imry Willfyre]

Evander Storm's ship pulls into the harbor at Lys and as he disembarks he stares at the huge cityscape before him. He carries a tight grip on his sword which he gradually loosens as he makes his way towards the Great Temple of R'hllor. The structure is quite huge, and especially so for a Temple to R'hllor. Evander stands at one of the great doorways to the temple and requests a meeting with a priest. He is sure to show that he is wearing a deep red tunic under his dark traveling cloak.

[The Stranger]

A monk answers the door. He is wearing a long loose fitting robe of silk, its hood pulled up over his face. The robe is of course a fiery red, the belt a bright yellow robe.

"Please come with me." he says, leading Evander into a small ante-chamber, where there are several benches of Cedar. Indeed the floor, walls and ceiling are all panels of red cedar, and in the center an enormous fire is burning. The heat is neigh unbearable.

"Please wait here, someone will be with you shortly."

The monk points to a bench, made of red cedar, and than departs through another door.

[Imry Willfyre]

Evander thanks the man and does as he says. Every once in a while he runs a hand through his hair which has grown considerably in the past few months. His beard too, is a newfound thing, as he had stopped shaving.

He sits and waits still, watching the fire all the while.

[The Stranger]

After perhaps twenty minutes, Evander is sweating profusely, the hot dry air permeating his lungs, with the smell of burning evergreen.

A monk, possibly the same one, or perhaps a new one, enters through the door, and adds several logs to the fire. He smiles politely at Evander, and than disappears the way he came.

Evander continues to wait.

[Imry Willfyre]

Evander can't stand the formality any longer and he takes off his cloak, letting the deep red of his tunic show. He also unbuckles the sword from his belt. He meant no harm at this temple, and his was at the mercy of R'hllor.

He stared intensely at the fire again, and began trying to see into it, using the fledgling powers that his master Jarran had taught him. He was shocked when he saw a dark bird sitting on the shoulder of a young dragon, whispering into its ears. He thought he recognized the bird as a crow, before the image faltered.

[The Stranger]

Sweat pours from Evander's body, so salty, it makes him cry as it gets in his eyes. The haze of the heat in the air making vision difficult.

After another forty or so minutes, the door opens, and a short, grey haired man, with a scrawny, hairless chest and knobby knees enters, his body covered by only a small towel.

"Hello..." he says, as he sits down, and breathes the painfully hot air as if it was a pleasant ocean breeze.

"How do you do?"

[Imry Willfyre]

"I've been cooler", Evander says with a remarkably parched throat, "but I'm happy to meet with someone after so long in heat." As Evander watched the man enjoy the heat, he rephrased what he had said, "It's not that the heat is bad...it's a welcome change from the blizzards of the Sunseat kingdom."

[The Stranger]

"Mmhmm, Cold there now hmm?" Is all the man says. A monk enters, and hands the man a palm branch. He does not offer one to Evander. The monk leaves again as the man fans himself.

[Imry Willfyre]

Evander does his best to remain calm under the extreme heat. "Yes, quite cold actually. I do not believe I gave anyone my name. Will that be of use to you?"

[The Stranger]

The man looks at Evander. "Oh How rude of me. My name is Moax." He extends his hand to shake the stormlander's own palm.

"Nothing like a good sweat."

[Imry Willfyre]

"I'm truly pleased to meet you, master Moax", Evander said respectfully as he shook the man's hand. "I am Evander Storm."