The Blue Manray

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A small, out of the way tavern, situated in one of the many alleys.

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Prince Daeron and his sellswords bed down in this tavern.

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Daeron brought Mari and Tybolt back to his rooms, Codd and Maahor standing guard at the doors.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne held Tybolts hand still.

"Daeron, why are you in Braavos?"

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"To help you, of course." Daeron replied, sitting down on his bed. "I do have some other things I can take care of here but you are the topmost priority."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Her left eyebrow twitched.

"Really? You would come all this way for your little half-sister, who you indoubtedly think is really stupid for doing this, as Im sure the rest of our siblings do."

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Daeron smiled. "Stupid? No... it is a little thoughtless; unplanned perhaps. But you know how I love adventures."

[Viea Greyjoy]

Mari smiled a little.

"It wasnt thoughtless Daeron, just unplanned. I should have told you though. But I knew that Steffon would kill me if he found out."

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"I doubt he would kill you but he wants to see Tybolt dead." Daeron replied with a frown. "Where were you going when I found you earlier?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"Away from here. Someone found us Daeron." She said looking down. "Before you. Its hard to know who to trust."

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"I understand." Daeron said. "But you cannot just run anywhere. Who was it that found you?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"One of Milo's." She said quietly. "I do not know him myself."

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Daeron nodded. "Did he speak to you?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"He offered a place to stay." Mari said. "Nord Lord Bettley but his man Fredrick Storm."

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"You said no, I am guessing." Daeron answered, looking about the room idly.