The Isle of Faces

[The Smith]

The day passed and the sun slowly set. And then a man stepped out into the moonlight from the dark surrounding the queen. "You seemed to have crashed a Dragon on my island."

[Marie]

"Yes," Rhaenys answered. "Who are you? Did Milo send you?"

[The Smith]

"I saw your young man, but he did not see me." The man laughed and picked a leaf out of his bushy beard, "I am the wind. And my eyes see all." He leaned against a tree and traced his finger along the eye carved into it.

[Marie]

"Are you one of the Children of the Forest?" Rhaenys asked.

[The Smith]

The man squatted on his heels and laughed, "They are a tad shorter, and never grow beards. So no I am not."

[Marie]

"Then what are you? A greenseer?"

She was frowning at the man.

"Do you live here?"

[The Smith]

"I can see green as well as the next crazy old hermit living on an island. And yes this is my home." The man replied, "Why did you crash a dragon here Lady Fireblood?"

[Marie]

"Because she's wounded and can't fly very far. I need to get off this island once she is rested. We will be leaving soon so you needn't worry that we will disturb you for long," Rhaenys answered.

[The Smith]

The man shook his head, "That is not why Rhaenys Targaryen. That is how, not why."

[Marie]

"The why of it does not concern you," Rhaenys said. "Do you have the ability to get a message to the mainland? I would be pleased to reward you if it were possible."

[The Smith]

The old man nodded, "What could you possible have that I would want."

[Marie]

"I've no idea," she said. "What do you want?"

[The Smith]

"An interesting and truthful conversation." The man's lip quirked.

[Marie]

"I've told you no lies. I am on my way to Harrenhal, as it happens. Your assistance would be much appreciated, good man. Where is my friend Milo?"

[The Smith]

The man turned and smiled his dirty teeth still gleamed in the moonlight, "He is about. Another visitor wished to speak with him."