The King's Solar 598 AC

[The Smith]

The King nodded, and opened the note slowly, and read it. "Good, good. Even though I do not actually know what you just said."

[Flex]

Daeron raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

[The Smith]

The King did not reply just shook his head, and smiled. "Is there anything else you want to report?"

[Flex]

Daeron grunted. "No, I think not." He said briskly. "I have heard about this Golem fellow in the mountains around Silverhill. I think for once I will do something to aid this kingdom." He took a step back.

[The Smith]

Daemon nodded, and then folded up his letter, and placed it in his pocket. "Have a seat Daeron, there is not cause for you to go running off the moment you returned. What else, or should I say who else did you do in Braavos?"

[Flex]

Daeron was going to smile but lost it halfway onto his lips. He nodded and sat. "It was an unfortunate circumstance that got me involved with lord Delinal. A Selunai man insulted me, so I had to kill him. The two of them, and Tregario, are at war. If it had not been detrimental to my personal safety I would have gone to see the others." He sighed a little. "Daemon, you know this is not the true me. But a man needs a facade, and this will be mine."

[The Smith]

"I of all people understand facades." Daemon replied, "Yet I have been told that a facade can become your true face if it stands for too long."

[Flex]

Daeron smiled. "I'll make a note of that. So... how goes the hunt for Tomas Thatcher?"

[The Smith]

Daemon looked up and laughed, "You just brought me my most recent news. For all I know Tomas is dead, or escaped."

[Flex]

"I suppose Quentyn is still following him?" Daeron asked, placing his hands on the desk.

[The Smith]

Daemon nodded, "I suppose that as well. He says as much, but by now they could have had a fight, and one could be dead."

[Flex]

Daeron bit his lip but did not comment. "I heard about our sisters... ride through town." He prepared himself, knowing for one his brother was still the king and that his own morals did not put him on the high ground. But he loved his sister. "What on earth was that about?"

[The Smith]

Daemon shrugged, "It was Jo's idea. She wanted a Dragon, and that was what she offered in trade. In exchange for one of my dragons a lifetime of nakedness is a small price, really."

[Flex]

"Through the city?!" Daeron asked. "Our sister is not a woman made for every man to ogle."

[The Smith]

Daemon shrugged, "It was here wager. And we Dragons can do what ever we want. We are not bound by the rules of man." He chuckled, and studied his brother, "I thought you understood that."