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“Who is this Ser Cuy?” you ask, backtracking upon Ser Harry’s words.
The two knights exchange looks. “The commander of this watch,” Ser Leo Hightower finally responds.
“Then take me to him. Mayhaps he will see sense,” you insist. The two fresh faced men again take pause at your willfulness, but they ultimately relent. You have given all the helpless grace you are willing to give at this point, finding their collective conflicting hesitance disappointing. Too long in company of soft townswomen, these young knights. From your birthplace in the deeper woods, such placidness would gain no sustainable favor from would be suitors or any other lady of taste.
They lead you to a rustic yet tasteful tavern of all places, a place with a woman’s touch if you had to guess. Hardly the holdfast you’d expected, but perhaps befitting the presumptuous airs this town, or rather city, seems to exude. It is too easy to forget this is the cradle of the Faith and the Citadel both. Even in coming here under the awkward escort of bristling yet busied knights, you catch the ambiance of cheerful gossip amid mummers’ acts and idle music making along the tributaries cradling and radiating from the High Tower. The tavern itself is remarkable for its unremarkableness and its nature as the current seat of the harbor’s knight protector, an aging knight already in his cups at this middling midday hour. And yet when he regards you at Ser Leo’s muttered introductions, you gain sense of a piercing awareness that gives you reminder of… Vaaro of all people.
“My lady, this is Ser Terrence Cuy of the City Watch,” Ser Leo Hightower introduces.
“My lady,” the elder knight gruffly greets. “What brings you to me?”
You begin reciting in brief the tale of your travels and travails that have brought you to this moment, the knight’s beard enveloped frown only deepening in your telling.
“Hold. You were taken at sea… and yet here you are. How did that come about?” Ser Cuy interrupts.
“My cousin is of House Meadows,” you explain. “I was elected to seek ransom.”
“… this makes little sense, my lady. I have never heard of a pirate to cut loose a… woman of good health to seek coin for others. Unless you are the least valued hostage, of which I’d say is not so elsewise all the Reach would know of this, your so-called captor is throwing away good coin for… what? I am at a loss, my lady,” Ser Cuy says. In truth, the old knight hits on a point you as well struggle to understand, but you have had a good amount of time to think and have come up with some answers.
