An Old Tower

[The Smith]

A small tower lying on a hill by a farm. It stands up awkwardly out of the deep grasses in the hill west of Volantis.

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Ser Alliser and Ser Mimseval rode up, with the little man perched on Alliser's cow, pointing the way. The men were sweating, but the cow just chewed placidly as she trod on. The tower drew closer, and as they entered the gate to the courtyard, they saw a small stable, a granary, and the old tower itself.

[Horas]

Ser Mimseval looks at the little man quizzically. "I see no dragons, my goodman." He frowns sternly. "We will not be cheated out of our money to look at an old towerhouse."

[The Smith]

The Little man said, "They are small. Come inside." He leapt down from his cow and ran into the tower.

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Alliser left the cow by some stubs of grass, giving her an affectionate pat which she ignored, and then beckoned Mimseval to follow him. They examined the tower. There was an old kitchen, and a small dining area, with a roughhewn table, adjacent to it. Up the stairs they went, to inspect the various rooms. At the top floor was a round circular room that took up the entire floor and circumference of the tower. There were three beds there, clearly intended for children. From the colors of the old, musty sheets, they might have been three girls' beds.

Alliser gave a shout. "Look, Ser Mim, in the corner! Do you see that?" He pointed. There were shards of eggshells swept into the corner.

[Horas]

Mim follows warily through the tower, his hand on the hilt of his longsword. "Be careful, ser," Mim advises his companion, "The beasts may be close now."

Mim kneels next to the egg shards, lifting a piece and marvelling at its color.

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From the shards, it was clear that one egg had been green, another black, and the third was red. They were old, but the shards were still sharp as dragonglass.

"So you weren't lying," Alliser said to the little man, flushed with excitement. "Look at this, Ser Mim! Marvelous! The fiends really do exist after all. Er..." he paused. "When did they hatch?"

[The Smith]

The Little man turns and lift a painting of a beautiful brown haired woman posed with a sword and nothing else. They woman was both fierce and sexy. "This is the woman who lived here with the man."

[Horas]

Mim looks awestruck at the shards. He gingerly collects them and scoops them into a pouch. He had heard once that dragon eggs, even petrified, were more valuable than gemstones.

"And where have they gone?" Mim wonders.

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The Little man turns and lift a painting of a beautiful brown haired woman posed with a sword and nothing else. They woman was both fierce and sexy. "This is the woman who lived here with the man."

Ser Alliser went bright red and looked away. "That is...Lady Aranya Royce. My cousin's bastard sister."

[The Smith]

The Little man nodded, "She called herself Delilah, but she was in charge... or the man with the spear. I saw them, when I delivered meat, and painting supplies."

[Horas]

"Lady Aranya Royce?" Mimseval furrows his brow. "Of Duskendale?" Mim had spent plenty of time in the Crownlands. "Why was she here, in the company of such infernal beasts?"

[The Smith]

The Little man said, "The beasts were her children I think."

[Horas]

This seems to only confuse Mim further. "What was she, some sort of demoness?"

[The Smith]

"Maybe a succubus...." He looked at the painting, "Definately."