>>5817172You passed a squat stone building shaped like a squat dragon that billowed smoke from its dragon mouth chimney and you smelt fresh bread and cooking meat that set your mouth wet though you were hard pressed to forget the bacon you had sworn off, following that came the sept though you thought it had seen better days, dust layered its stained windows and it looked fire ravaged at its stone base, it looked largely abandoned to time and decay, the Sandworths did not keep the seven you knew and any they did were not familiar to you.
Crossing to the outerwall you spotted Lucos waters dicing with some soldiers, every round he lost he cursed and sputtered and quickly returned to his slick smile, upon the wall you caught a glimpse of who you thought to be Rickard at rest with a floppy hat on his face that made him look like Florian the fool, ostensibly guarding a tent you very much doubted he had half an eye for anything but dreaming.
You found yourself in the shadow of the Sea dragons tower, it’s gaze serene over the jagged coast of the island and blackwater bay beyond, you had decided against venturing further than the outer wall despite the discovery of a disused postern gate in the shadow of the dragonmont and a staircase fashioned after a dragons tail that leads to depths unknown, too far and you may be truly lost here rather than aimlessly wandering. You could not help but think of your grandsire Alton, the ‘’Crab King’’ your father scorned so harshly, who had thought to conquer dragonstone but instead had nearly damned your line to oblivion so close to glory at the hands of half a hundred arrows, a fool to be certain though your house had paid more dearly than he had, the ancient axe ‘’Crab claw’’ was now below the seas of dragonstone along with the greater portion of crab isles warriors and your Fathers hand given to secure peace.
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