"D'you hear? One of the dragon princes is coming to be a champion for Lady Ashlyn."
"Aye, and as I hear it, he's brought along a veritable army with him and half the Kingsguard to boot."
"They need 'em, way I hear. The Breakspear and Prince Maekar have both brought all their boys."
"Including the young one?"
"Aye - the baby dragon."
"Hah! That'll be a sight to see!"
"Seems like all the Reach's turned out for the tourney. Well, except Lord Dunn, of course. He's sent a party but there's no sign of the Lord Commander himself. Probably too concerned that a Dornish knife is going to find it's way into his back. Not that he should be concerned... another rack of lamb and no knife'll ever find something vital."
"Saw it with me own eyes, I dids! At least sixty... no, no! SEVENTY! Seventy hands and fur white as the fresh snows of winter! Why're y'laughin'? It's true, swear on my mum, Seven rest her soul."
"Did you see that pennant? The black one with the tree? Aye, I don't recognize it."
"Oh, those're the Forresters. From up north."
"The North? Isn't it a little warm for 'em down here?"
"Aye, surprised they're not melting in their tents."
"I wonder what brought them all the way down here?"Statistics: Posted by Rahvin — Thu Aug 24, 2017 11:46 pm
]]>