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“Don’t tarry,” you tell Ellyn Duntreow upon the streets of fair Tyrosh. Fair by association, at least. The lower reaches which cradle the harbor are more an aged crone to the vibrancy of the higher hills where your family and other more cultured citizens reside. But Ellyn does not understand the distinction yet and frequently stops to gawk at her surroundings. It should be of no great surprise, Westerosi cities are drab styes in comparison, but her sense of wonder at your home does inflame your pride. You had to shake her awake to accompany you and got a great deal of groaning for your troubles. It was only when you suggested Gwynfryd would be in better spirits to accompany you to market that the girl suddenly found the will to shake off the aches of the prior night’s drinking.
She scurries to catch up to your side, walking rather closely to you again. You had to stop her from locking her arm in yours once already. It would shame you to be seen escorting a woman wearing a slave’s collar. That bothered her for a short time until she sallied and began asking questions anew. She seemed unduly interested in the novel fact that you do indeed have a living breathing family living uphill across the port. Your father is not a magister living within the black walls, but he has means and influence around your childhood streets. That one can be noble in the sense that they have a name and some influence without being so noble as to be titled magister is a concept that seems to elude the wench, though you see it as little different than being named Duntreow without lands or title.
Her questions cease as you come upon the Slaver’s Square. The auctions of the day have already begun and have drawn a lively, raucous crowd as they are wont to do. You settle in for the showings, noting Ellyn’s growing horror at the spectacle. That was nearly her up there and realistically it still could be. As it still could be for any of the others. You are keen on profit, but profit is not everything. You can’t deny Ellyn has a sort of infectious charm to her that you’ve found lacking in her colder cousin. Or you just want to fuck her. Or both. Some dyes work best blended together.
