Manor of Aziezal Torios, Harbormaster of Braavos

[Horas]

The third blue manor on the street of Steel and Silk.

[Horas]

Ser Mandon Stonecrab arrives at the Harbormaster's manor with a bottle of Arbor wine tucked under each arm. He hums an old rowing song to himself as he knocks at the door. The tips of his mustache are waxed into a curl that is not fashionable in either Braavos or Westeros, but which seems to suit him.

[The Smith]

A pretty girl of about seventeen answers the door with a deep bow, "My lord, I welcome you to my father's house." She holds the door open, and backs away.

[Horas]

"I am no lord, just a knight," Mandon answers genially. He walks into the manor house. "Your father must be very proud of your manners," he says.

[The Smith]

She smiled, "He is... ser?" She asks with a question, and hurries to lead him toward the courtyard in the middle of the manse.

[Horas]

"Ser indeed," Mandon confirms, following.

[The Smith]

In the Courtyard Master Torios turns and approachs Mandon, "Welcome to my house sir, I see you have met my daughter Jalissa. She is taking great pride in learning the tongue of the Westlands."

[Horas]

"She speaks it like a native, Master Aziezal," Mandon, on the other hand, stumbles a bit over the unfamiliar name. He sets his two bottles of wine down on the table. "Very kind of you to welcome me to your house."

[The Smith]

"It is not just kindness." He replied, "I wanted my daughter to have a chance to speak with a native instead of just with her father." He motioned toward a dining room, "My wife prepares a meal fit for kings, but it will be another moment."

Jalissa has returned, and offers Redwyne a cup of his own wine.

[Horas]

"My thanks," Stonecrab says, accepting the cup and drinking once. "Has your daughter ever been to the Seven Kingdoms?"

[The Smith]

"She has not yet. One day I think she will make the journey." He shrugged, "I have been many times, and even to the Hightower, which may be high in westeros, but it is no Titan."

[Horas]

"No city in Westeros is quite like Braavos," Mandon says agreeably. "But there's something to be said for size. You could ride for months in the Seven Kingdoms and not get from the top to the bottom."

[The Smith]

The man chuckled, "That is valid, I can not disagree with that."

[Horas]

Mandon chuckles and takes another drink. "Harbormaster of Braavos... now there's a job," Mandon smiles, "You must know every soul who passes in or out of this city."

[The Smith]

"If I do not, then one of close brothers of our guild certainly does." He replied with a small smile.