[D2 ME] Putting the Dornishman into the Dirty Dornishman

[Warryn Wydman]

"Heh, probably. Northerners?" He smiled, then sung another line from the end. "He is a fun guy, certainly. And the song is catchy!"

[Davelyn Sand]

"Yep. Marqus Forrester. Watched him spar with the lady that was watching our match. Alessia. She's a quick one," he says confirming the identity.

[Warryn Wydman]

"Ah yes, lady of the blades. She's wicked quick with those small blades..." he mused. That was an awkward morning. "Marqus seems like a decent and honorable man."

[Davelyn Sand]

"That is definitely the impression I got," he replies with a nod. "Who else have you met here so far? Probably a lot of people congratulating you since this morning!"

[Warryn Wydman]

"A few interesting people.." He didn't name any names, just drinking some more wines. "People from all over the Seven Kingdoms... not sure the Reachmen appreciate the fact?"

[Davelyn Sand]

"I think it's a question of who appreciates the differences between the realms rather than what realm they're from," he says with a chuckle. "But there are a lot of reacmen here... for some reason." His smile is wide.

[Warryn Wydman]

"Hrm... you're right." He mock frowned. "Must be the weather? Or is it a seasonal migration do you think?"

[Davelyn Sand]

"I think they just Grow Strong here," he says, referring to the Tyrell words. It was meant to be a well meaning jest of course.

[Warryn Wydman]

"Mhm, possible. At least we don't hear them always roar?" He glanced at him, a smile playing in his eyes.

[Davelyn Sand]

Davelyn chuckles at that, "Of course we don't hear roars. The coming months are too chilly for such rambunctiousness."