They’ll eat our dead and pay us in ore or water. “What would you have to trade down here?” asked Daenerys. That’s when things sometimes get bloody.” Everyone keeps their gates guarded, but sometimes we open them to trade. While you’re lifting, someone can stab you with a shiv or swing a pickaxe at ya. It takes at least two strong men to lift those gates. The Nords hate us back, and none of us trust the Forsworn either, but no one really goes to war.
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He’s full of shite, unless you blew it all out of him. His smile was wide and he looked like a child that was told that he could have an ale like the grownups. He either lacked the skill to hide his glee or didn’t care. “It will be good to have a priestess of our own.” He bent down as if to kiss her hand, but his lips didn’t touch her hand. “Good to have you, too, Eltrys.”Īzeem took her hand as a gentleman would a lady, holding it lightly. Glad to have you.” He shook her hand and then shook hands with Eltrys. “Danyen, Priestess of Talos.” She clasped his hand and returned his firm grip. “I’m afraid that I didn’t get your name.” I’m glad to welcome both of you to the Breton gang.” He slipped something into his belt and offered an open hand to her. Everyone who works gets food to eat and a place to sleep. Everything that you asked for will be given to you. When she agreed to support them in war, Odvan started smiling. I am can also support you if the Nords go to war as Grisvar threatened.”īoth men relaxed when she identified herself as a priestess of Talos. I can and will heal your sick and wounded. I am not a mage, but a Priestess of Talos. You have already seen that I have a talent for Destruction magic. I’m sure we can come to an understanding. If I have concerns, I will take them to you, Odvan. “My wants and needs are simple: a place here in your gang for myself and Eltrys, food to eat, a place to sleep, a clear understanding that I am no man’s whore. She had no understanding of the politics down here, and no desire to lead a gang. She could take them in a fight, probably without Shouting or releasing her werewolf. They thought she was a threat to their rule. However, that did not distract her from the fact that Odvan’s hand was still hidden and Azeem was gripping a mining pick tightly. It spoke of their being a society of sorts down here which was better than anarchy even if it was just the crude order of a gang. The comfortable back and forth of friendship. “Yes, Azeem, I know your people follow you. “You have done well as a leader, but I speak for my people.” We still follow your lead, Odvan.” His eyes flicked to Daenerys and then back to Odvan. We are your allies, not simply because of necessity, but because you have brought order to your people. Despite the polite phrasing, his tone was firm, and he didn’t sound at all sorry. “I beg forgiveness, Odvan,” interrupted the Redguard prisoner standing beside them. He looked nervous, but he was standing his ground. Clearly, he was wondering if she was about to challenge him for leadership. Unless she was mistaken he had a weapon in his hand now. She had also seen Odvan slip his right hand behind him. I have enough men who answer to me to beat heads if needs to be done.”
I’m more or less in charge of us Bretons. They call us the Breton gang, and that’s fair because more than half of us are Bretons, but we take everyone else. The Nord gang, the Forsworn, and then there is us. “Well, ma’am… If by down here, you mean you mean who is in charge of the entire mine? Then, no one,” said Odvan. Fredas, the 8th of Sun's Height, Year 202 of the 4th Era
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