Norvos

[The Stranger]

"The Twin Swords have 500 souls, and we'll have a few more when your men join us, You pox-ridden corpse." Says the brother on the right.

[Deleted]

Mortimer looked back over his shoulder, and watched from a distance. His new friend was nice, but entirely too soft.

[Flex]

"Ah, an insult. Well, I've got a few of those myself. However, you men have such big mouths, I wonder if you are actually any good with the sword." He absent mindedly kicked a stone, which hit one of the men in the leg. "Oh, do excuse me." Beric said, a smile on his face.

[The Stranger]

Both men drew their swords instantly, falling into a trained combat stance. The twin on the right was left handed though, and the twin on the left was right handed, otherwise the two were identical in every respect.

They advanced together.

[Flex]

Beric's smile widened as he pulled his old sword. 'Now why did I not take Dawn?' he asked himself as he got into a fighting stance.

[Deleted]

Mortimer appeared at Beric's side. He had been watching from a distance.

"You might want to back off," he told the other two evenly.

[Flex]

Beric and Mortimer return to "The Fallen Star".

[Flex]

Beric Dayne and his company, which has increased in size, leave Norvos, heading east.

[mark]

The twelve newcomers, sticking together, rode silently with the growing host. Ser Farren Flowers led them, his dark hair blowing in the wind.

[Quenton Baratheon]

The Westerosi sellsword known as Victer remains silent as ever, not making eye contact with anyone. He simply follows.

[Sam]

A tall man rode into Norvos, seeking work with his sword. Many people told him of a sellsword company that had been absorbed into another, growing, company. The two leaders had been killed, and their men had joined a man in black armor, who had left the city heading east.

The tall man rode out the eastern gate, towards Qohor.