The Splendid Times of Braavos

[Lord Howland Royce]

"I am splendid, the nights of Braavos are truly exciting, dont you think?" she smiled, showing perfect white teeth.

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Ser Barris Redwyne enters the establishment after a prolonged absence. He is recognized and let in. He is relieved to see that he did not return on one of the days of Aellion's extravagant parties; a human head might dampen the mood a little bit. On the other hand, Barris was not so sure about Aellion. It might make him even merrier to see the head of a man who wanted him dead. Carrying the basket at his side, with the contents of it covered, Barris entered the main room where Aellion and a few of his trusted men sat talking after dinner. Some were still sipping wine, and they appeared relaxed.

"My prince," Barris said when he had entered. "I have returned, and I have obeyed you in your command." He motioned to the basket, still covered.

[Sam]

Daemon looked inside the basket, and then nodded to his father. "It is Dayne?" he asked.

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Barris smirked. "It was Dayne." His eyes remained fixed on Prince Aellion for his response. Barris left immediately from Braavos when Aellion had wanted him to, and now he returned successful.

[Sam]

"What did you do with his sword?" Daemon asked. He had been looking forward to seeing the legendary blade that the Dayne exile supposedly carried.

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Barris nodded to Daemon. "A fine question. There will be time for stories later. I now wish to speak to the Prince." He moved forwards and kneeled, uncovering the basket to give Aellion a full view before recovering it. There were only a few men present, all Targaryen loyalists; many were Targaryen themselves. Barris did not worry about someone seeing this who shouldn't see it.

[The Smith]

Aellion moved forward and looked into the basket confused. "What is that?' He asked.

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"It was Ser Beric Dayne, or his head, anyways. Has my prince never seen him during his time in Braavos? That is good, for he looked half a corpse even when alive."

[The Smith]

"You have done well my servant." The dragon picked up the head and walked back to his table. He placed it down next to his spiced lamb and sat back in his chair. He motioned for every one to sit and begin eating again. "Now we are another large step closer to taking back Westeros from the evil stags. Try the greens they taste divine."

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Barris beamed at the praise and sat down. A pity he had ate earlier, else he may have tried some of the divine greens.

[The Smith]

Aellion rose from his seat and bodily lifted one of his men from the chair to his left. He threw the young man against the wall with a sickening crunch. He growled and spat at the bleeding man.

Then he turned and smiled at Barris, "No, my friend. This seat is for you. Right by my side." He glances at Beric's head, "Where you can look our friend right in the eye." He laughed until every one joined him.

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Barris took the seat. "I killed the man. It is the least I can do to look him in the eyes." He had finally been granted a seat at Aellion's side; he smiled.

[The Smith]

Aellion sat down, and scooped up a large spoonful of potatoes. Raising it to his mouth every one could see the flash of an idea on his face. Smiling wickedly he took the spoon and began to feed Beric's head potatoes, as he did it he jokingly talked to the rotting head, "Do you like your potatoes, Lord Head. They chef here is now decent, the first two were awful so I had them fired. The third was worse, so a worse fate awaited her. Now Lord Head were did you leave your magnificant body?" He laughed loudly to himself.

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Barris laughed aloud, smiling with joy at the scene.

[Sam]

Daemon frowned at the head, which was already partially decomposed. He had never seen the man that his father had ordered killed, but suspicion nagged at the back of his mind. He wanted to speak with his father privately, but the Prince was far too caught up in his revelry of the head at the moment for that to happen.