[ and likewise, Stannis does not particularly like the idea of not knowing such things. perhaps it was his time at the Wall, where Jon Snow's know-nothingness was easily caught. ]
News travels slowly to the Wall, and there are rumors and rumors. It is difficult to know which ones to trust.
[ be that as it may, this one may hold some truth to it. ]
The last I had heard, the girl's elder brother, Viserys the Beggar King, had been murdered in the court of her Lord Husband. To think she possesses dragons....
[ his thoughts flicker to another thought. one that had plagued him for some time. ]
Tell me, Victarion Greyjoy. Did your Red Priest speak of Azor Ahai?
[ a part of him had wished to believe it perhaps, just as a part of him dreaded the notion... it was a long shot, but perhaps this man had more answers. ]
[Victarion remembered the Beggar King. When he would sail as far as the Stepstones, there would sometimes be talk of him. He too remembered hearing of his death, but little else besides it.
But as to this Azor Ahai...]
I have heard nothing. Who is this Azor Ahai? Is he a man to be reckoned with?
Be that as it may, my priestess spoke of a prophecy that he would come again after a long summer as corpses and Others stir beyond the Wall. In that hour, he would chase away the darkness with his hero's sword.
[ he does not elaborate that he had almost begun to believe Melisandre's words that it must be him, for that would likely only encourage Victarion to kill him more, knowing what he did of the other man. ]
Such a fanciful children's tale. Moqorro spoke of no such things. He could see the future in the flames and never once he was wrong. If there was a hero's sword, he would have spoke it to me.
[Victarion seems appeased though. His weapon is in his hand, but held without intent.]
You fought well at Fair Isle, Lord Baratheon. [He offers no royal title. He has bent no knee.] To best a Kraken at sea, that is a man worth consideration. I will not kill you this day.
[But that is not to say he won't kill Stannis at all. But he wants to wait until a day comes that offers a satisfaction of victory. Killing him on land far from Westeros in a foreign city? It proved nothing.]
[ still, that told him a number of things. first, that other Red Priests held similar powers. second, that they seemed to not see everything, but only a portion of the whole. ]
As did you, Victarion Greyjoy, even if your cause was treasonous. Had it been my decision, you and your brothers would have lost your head. Be that as it may, I have no quarrel with you here. I do not doubt that a day may come when one of us may kill the other. But until you give me cause to, under the laws of this land, I will not kill you either.
[ slowly but surely, he places his sword back in his scabbard. for now, the storm seemed to have subsided. ]
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perhaps it was his time at the Wall, where Jon Snow's know-nothingness was easily caught. ]News travels slowly to the Wall, and there are rumors and rumors. It is difficult to know which ones to trust.
[ be that as it may, this one may hold some truth to it. ]
The last I had heard, the girl's elder brother, Viserys the Beggar King, had been murdered in the court of her Lord Husband. To think she possesses dragons....
[ his thoughts flicker to another thought. one that had plagued him for some time. ]
Tell me, Victarion Greyjoy. Did your Red Priest speak of Azor Ahai?
[ a part of him had wished to believe it perhaps, just as a part of him dreaded the notion... it was a long shot, but perhaps this man had more answers. ]
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But as to this Azor Ahai...]
I have heard nothing. Who is this Azor Ahai? Is he a man to be reckoned with?
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[ yet he does not know the tale. ]
Be that as it may, my priestess spoke of a prophecy that he would come again after a long summer as corpses and Others stir beyond the Wall. In that hour, he would chase away the darkness with his hero's sword.
[ he does not elaborate that he had almost begun to believe Melisandre's words that it must be him, for that would likely only encourage Victarion to kill him more, knowing what he did of the other man. ]
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[Victarion seems appeased though. His weapon is in his hand, but held without intent.]
You fought well at Fair Isle, Lord Baratheon. [He offers no royal title. He has bent no knee.] To best a Kraken at sea, that is a man worth consideration. I will not kill you this day.
[But that is not to say he won't kill Stannis at all. But he wants to wait until a day comes that offers a satisfaction of victory. Killing him on land far from Westeros in a foreign city? It proved nothing.]
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[ still, that told him a number of things. first, that other Red Priests held similar powers. second, that they seemed to not see everything, but only a portion of the whole. ]
As did you, Victarion Greyjoy, even if your cause was treasonous. Had it been my decision, you and your brothers would have lost your head. Be that as it may, I have no quarrel with you here. I do not doubt that a day may come when one of us may kill the other. But until you give me cause to, under the laws of this land, I will not kill you either.
[ slowly but surely, he places his sword back in his scabbard. for now, the storm seemed to have subsided. ]
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Then we understand one another. [He steps aside, giving entrance to the home.] It must be the intention of the Natha that we stay together.
[For what purpose, he cannot say.]