The army

[Dyther Morrigen]

Dyther smiles. "I wouldn't expect a nonveteran to understand this." He draws steel and attacks.

[The Smith]

The other man leaps back his black velvets being sliced. "Oh I understand." A large knife drops into his hand.

[Dyther Morrigen]

Dyther grins. "Icicle eyes are so common up here. I saw them all the time."

[The Smith]

Dyther follows up with savage attack, after savage attack. Steve dances back, and moves like lightning made flesh. But he is outmatched and knows it, he is sliced along his side.

Three men come running from the dark woods.

Steve asks, "You want to be friends yet?"

[Dyther Morrigen]

Dyther laughs. "Four of you? I took out five o'your masters at the Fist." He lets out a shout. "Stormlands to me!"

[Dyther Morrigen]

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When his men return, Dyther shrugs, glad Steve wasn't dead. He deserved death only at the hands of Nine Lives. He searches the bodies for anything useful.

[The Smith]

The only thing he finds are purses and daggers.

[Dyther Morrigen]

He considers, then turns to find the Dornish encampment. He waits for a guard to stop him, then asks to see Aurora Martell or this Sand fellow. He carries a dagger with him, and a purse with something inside it.

[The Smith]

Julien Sand walks up his bald head dark in the firelight. He studies the Stormlander closely. He rubs a scar on his face, "What Ser?"

[Flex]

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Garion and Bree ride further ahead in the column, bored with the soldiers in their own troop, and looking for some fun.

[The Smith]

Ser Jess Dunn rode along side Ser Barrelston Musgood. Dunn was sipping from a flask and watched the two riders approach. Looking at them Dunn mumbled, "Fucking dragon men."

[Flex]

"And it's nice to meet you too!" Garion announce, a smile that was only a heartbeat away from a sneer. Bree frowned at Garion and nodded towards the two men. "We're sellswords, actually." She announced in a pleasant voice. "Can't help if our boss favour the dragon."

[The Smith]

Musgood asked, "How much you sell your swords for?"

Dunn hiccuped.

[Flex]

"That doesn't concern you one...!" Garion started but Bree interrupted him with a dark look. "Was a gold dragon a week at first, though now there's not much to spare."

[The Smith]

Musgood nodded, "How much to leave your man? We could use more good swords ourselves."

Dunn chuckled and studied the two. "Some bad swords too."