The Camp of the Whitefyre

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In the shadow of Winterfell, a small camp of ten tents.

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Ser Euric Dayne arrives, Dawn ever present on his back. He searched around for Saenarys or anyone who could bring Euric to him.

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"Euric?!" Bellowed a familiar voice. A large man approached the Distant Dayne, having stood from his cook fire. He was large more in width than in length, being of middle height. However, it was not all fat. It was obvious that this man was a deadly warrior.

"What's a good noble lad like you doing in a place like this?" Ser Tomas the Fury asked.

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"Looking for Saenarys." Euric replied, a friendly smile on his lips. "It seems I have been invited by him for a conversation... perhaps a meal of rations? Who knows?"

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"Not like to be anything left to eat!" Tomas chuckled, slapping his cousin on the shoulder. "Myself and Elias, we took care of that pesky food that was hanging around." With a huge booming laugh he pointed off to the left.

"Here, I'll show you to Whitefyre."

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Euric nods in appreciation. "Lead the way; I'll intrigued to meet the man whom I will soon be calling my brother in law."

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Saenarys was in his tent, sharpening his sword, he stood and moved towards Euric, sword still in hand.

"Hello, Ser Euric." He said, smiling. "Would you like to spar?" It seemed very abrupt, but Saenarys was always impatient and without a certain degree of tact.

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"As tempting as it is, I will have to decline. " Euric said, still smiling. "I am one of the few people you will meet that aren't in the mood for more fighting just yet." He regarded the sword Saenarys held. "And as I see that is live steel."

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Saenarys looked down. "Oh, no. This isn't what I intend to fight with, this is just what I was doing." He seemed a bit strange at the moment.

"I meant to spar with wooden swords. Wooden, not live. Would that wood would be considered alive, would it?"

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Euric took a step back. "Are you feeling alright? I can always come back at some other time." Euric definitely knew that the Targaryen blood had some very bad elements to it...

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"No, I'm fine." Saenarys stated, quite primly.

"Just got a bit dizzy from standing so fast is all. Now then." He started, looking the man up and down. "How am I supposed to get a measure of a man if he won't draw to spar with me?" He laughed. "Have at it, friend, no funny business."

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"And here I though you more a man of words; you are the master of coin, no? I'd expect more tallies that parries but I guess people have different preferences." He moved a little closer again, though still not feeling quite comfortable. "I myself am not willing to draw steel, or wood for that matter, unless I really have to. I think we can both be honest; we've survived the campaign and the last battle. We do not need any more practice."

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"Hmm." Saenarys said, looking at Tomas.

"I thought you said he was a great warrior, Fury? Did you lie to me? Or were you just overly zealous in familial affection?" He laughed.

"I have my doubts at your strength to protect my sister if need be."

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Euric laughed. "From man to man, I'm the god damn sword of the morning, Saenarys. There is no better man to protect your dear sister."

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Saenarys nodded to Tomas, who set two wooden greatswords at an angle next to Whitefyre and the Sword of the Morning. He had a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Prove it."