The Fort Accross the River

[Horas]

The envoy looks a bit taken aback and glances at the fearsome looking Dothraki again. Then he seems to ease up and shrugs.

"I would not expect a Dothraki to understand these types of dealings." He turns back towards Jorah, "Is this deal acceptable?"

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When Wat didn't translate that, Rhaego glared ferociously at the pale envoy, but waited to see what that idiot Jorah would say. If Jorah agreed, Rhaego would hack off his balls.

[Victarion]

Constance got off his horse and went to the prisoners, he stook a finger in Waters's mouth, then he pulled up his eyelids, and appeared to examine them. "No, this one is healthy, and a Targaryen bastard to boot, I would say at least five thousand dragons." Then he went over to Rykker, and did the same, "This one was knocked around a bit, but he's not that bad. I'm sure Selwyn and Aranya Royce would pay for the last lord of Duskendale." Jorah said nothing, apparently Constance had looked into the names and current affairs of Westeros. He scrunched his nose, "But Frey, he's been having a bit of a stink around him these past few days, aye, you can take him."

[Horas]

The messenger snorts. "Five thousand dragons for one of Aedon's bloody bastards? Somebody'd need to be soft in the head to take that offer. But I will take Frey," the man says. He looks around a bit, as if bored. His eyes catch on the ranks of unsullied. "Just so you know, slaves are illegal on Westerosi soil. King Callen does love us little people. It would be such a pity if someone went and told him about it..."

[Victarion]

OOC: Robert (aka Callen) said it was okay if I included the bit about his messenger, he just got back from a football game and says he's going to bed.

IC: Jorah was just outside the tent, washing down Red Gold, the horse gifted to him by a Dothraki Horselord. When he finished he gave the stallion some oats and entered the tent. Constance sat there, looking over some finance reports while peeling an orange. "Did we get the ransom from the Frey's yet? I finally settled on a good price for the Rykker and the dragon's bastard." When Constance didn't look up Jorah raised his voice. "Oy! Bastard!" Constance looked up, "Oh what? Uh ya, the Frey's paid up." He handed Jorah a letter. "Finances our good, we still have a fair amount of gold left from the Lys contract, more than enough actually. And we got the latest reports from the Iron Bank on your account, and the merchant business we have running out of Qarth. We also got this."

Jorah read over the letter, "So the Storm King offer's us employment? And against the Free Cities of all people. Never thought I would be fighting them on Westerosi soil. Very well, call the men together. Burn the fort, and then we'll take the ferry across."