As Errik, Onri, Areon, and Giselle wander through the second district, trying to determine what inn they are at, Ser Brindon Lews hails them.

“M’lords!” he says, addressing Errik and Onri, “I had begun to fear the worst, and here you have been in a fight!” He gives Areon and Giselle – both of whom are uninjured and considerably cleaner – a sidelong glance. “Come, come, I will wake the Maester.”

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As Errik walks along the docks, his purchase tucked safely away inside his shirt, he becomes aware of footsteps on the boardwalk behind him. A surreptitious glance over his shoulder reveals two men perhaps thirty feet back. One is tall and whip thin, the other heavy-set, with the broad shoulders of an ox and a belly to match. Turning his eyes back forward, in the direction of the gate, he realizes that he is cut off in all directions: three more silhouettes wait just past the light of the next torch. To his left lies a short stretch of dirt and the city wall, and to his right, the Greenblood.

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Areon and Giselle, the boy Daro in tow, make their way through the streets of Sunspear in search of the Mothers of Mercy. After asking around a bit, and coaxing a few hints out of the boy, they find themselves in front of a ramshackle wooden building leaned up against the inside of the outermost city wall. The image of a smiling woman holding a child has been rendered on the door in charcoal. In the dirt of the street next to the door, a small girl plays with a doll and some splintered table ware – she appears to be serving an imaginary meal.

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