;; the fighter

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CHARACTERS NAME: cassana mormont

TITLE: lady of bear island and advisor to the lord of bear island

UNOFFICIAL TITLE: there have been many nicknames given to cassana over the years. although the most popular seem to be along the lines of lady bear or the she-bear. all given to her because of her strong and wild nature much like the bear that blazons her family’s crest. after her showing in the king’s tournament and more displays on her fighting ability with both a bow and a sword, some northern people have begun to whisper the name the silver claw.

DATE OF BIRTH: born thirteenth day of the eight month of the year 482

STAR SIGN: leo

BIRTH ORDER: lastborn child of house mormont

LEGITIMACY: trueborn

FATHERS NAME:  lord jeod mormont

MOTHERS NAME: lady reylar mormont

SIBLINGS NAME: bannen mormont

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liifewcter​:

      —   VIDA’S SMILE WIDENED AT HER WORDS, “AH, IT’S ALWAYS A TREAT TO HEAR YOU HAVE HAPPY CUSTOMERS.”   she had treated, or helped treat so many different faces over the last fortnight that she wouldn’t have been able to tell who this pleased lord was, but it didn’t lessen the compliment.       “i am happy to help you, but i must be honest and say i am running on limited stock whilst i refill my wares, as you can guess most people in my line of employ have been sapped dry in the last two weeks gone.      none the less… — hopefully i will be able to help you though, m’lady.    what are you looking for?”

cassana had heard of good words from some of the men from the north but she the idea hadn't crossed her mind that there was going to be an influx of people looking for her services. "ah well if you are running low on anything i can simply come back another day i suppose." she said, hopeful that she might have what she needed. "i'm looking for something to help with bruising. sure there are plenty of people who were hurt so i'm sure it is in short supply. but between the attack and sword training i have never been so covered in bruises my entire life." she smirked. "i...uhh....was also wondering if you had anything that might help with dreams?" visions more like but she couldn't come right out and ask that.

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lysarsea​:

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lysara’s most favored part of the northern noble’s manor was cassana, there be no speculation. no longer was her dear friend an island away, rather a room, and for some time it would be. she could not remember the last time it was the case for more than a night or a weekend. perhaps before she even left for essos, when they raised their voices and shared feelings of distaste as they plighted in dispute. one was bidding adieu to embark on escapades and learn of new cultures in a land unknown, while another was coerced to remain behind in thanks to both lack of wealth and unaccommodating positioning. the particular line spewed from one lady to another would haunt lysara to date, “you will regret it.” cassana spoke illy and her word stood true, as lysara would return home to the loss of a loved one and an affair she was not yet suited for. lysara would never infer what she meant by her words, but it would guide her thoughts every new moon, every dark night. young girls fight, they say things they do not mean, things they sometimes wish upon the other out of anger, but how often did said wishes come true?

fortunately when lysara returned they would mostly leave it in the past. lysara would gift cassana with relics from the lands traveled and cassana would gift lysara with unprecedented assistance, as she struggled to conceal her emotions in a court not intended to be operated by a woman, and she remained clueless when asked her next means of action for the land she had been away from for so long. lysara much appreciated cassana and their relationship that was more sisterlike than not, the nearest to a sibling she would ever get anywho.

knuckles curl-in tight, as filed fingernails indent her palm … knock, knock — her fist hits the door twice over before she slowly pulled her hand down, now unwinding so that her finger beds could brush against the door, as she pushed it open ever so gently. “ cassana? ” she expected the girl would know it was her, not through the familiarity of her voice, but because tradition was carrying on from youth, when they would take turns sneaking off to the kitchens to steal pastries and goats milk. only now what they stole was more bitter and somewhat stronger.

"lysara!" there was no denying the voice of the other woman who opened her door so late at night. it was voice that she could pick out of crowd of hundreds of people since it belonged to someone she considered one of her closest friends but a sister. growing up on bear island cassana had found most of her time was spent with boys. her father, her brother, even most of her teachers had all been male. her father believing her to be the next ruler of bear island he had sought to train her like he would any other son. cassana had longed for a sister when she was growing up. she found comfort in her mother and in the strength of other women and girls on bear island. but it seemed day in and day out her time was filled with nothing but men. but her wish for a sister had slowly become true as her visits to sea dragon point with her father became more and more frequent.

the daughter of her father's good and trusted friend had seemed like her perfect playmate for young cassana. visit after visit cassana would count down the time until she could see her friend again. days were spent writing long letters to her friend, filling her in on all that she had missed. the older the two girls got the longer their visits became as her father allowed her to visit on her own.

 the fair-haired girl could be considered nothing but a sister in cassana's eyes after all these years. even after what she had said to lysara in a moment of anger. seeing her friend sail off in an adventure when cass wanted nothing else but to join her but knowing she couldn't go. it was unfair of her to tell her such a secret in anger and to this day guilt ate away at her for it. but it seemed all had been forgiven from her friend as cass had done her best to support her in her new position in the world.

jumping up from her seat, the brunette hurried over to close the door behind her friend. given how much the heat of dorne still raged on even in the nighttime, the northerner had only a simple white nightgown on to battle the heat. it was far too hot to grab a robe or anything to cover up a nightgown. plus it was lysara who was fairly sure saw her in her nightgown more than any other person alive, simply from all the nights the two friends shared together over the years of them growing up. "i know that look all too well. did you grab anything for us?" cassana smiled at her friend. “i really hope you did.”

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stvrmking​:

???

steffon lets out a frustrated huff as the woman decides to do the exact opposite of what he asked. luckily, she is at least armed– he could only hope that she knew what she was doing. the dog turns to look over at the woman, though the king stomps one foot in response, hoping to once again draw its attention back to himself. it turns and tilts its head to the side. the creature is certainly vicious, though based on its behavior, steffon does not suspect it of a diseased mind– the kind he had seen many men die from. 

“based on what i just heard, it sounds as if its friend was killed out there.” he grips the hilt of his sword tighter, “please, my lady. let me handle this.” he is not trying to sound condescending– he is simply worried. the problem is that he does not know this woman but he does know his own capabilities. as steffon inches closer, the creatures bares it’s large, sharp teeth and low growl can be heard. 

"no, my lord." beyond the fact that the man was clearly of some wealth, she had little idea of who he could be. and certainly, she could not expect to think that the man was a king. certainly not after she had snapped back no at his request. "the dog is wild and looks to be possibly sick. it needs to be taken down quickly. two swordsmen can do that better than one." she told him as she began moving closer. from her point of view, it seemed completely counterproductive for her not to help when she would only get in the way if she stood by and did nothing.

the dog snarled again, it's eyes moving between all of them. the growling and movement of the dog, was still startling the other horses in the stable. behind her, she heard one seemingly young untrained horse kick out against the stable doors. the loud bang catching the attention of the dog, whose eyes now locked on cass' own horse. it lunged forward towards him, snapping his jaws at the horse. now there was no choice in standing by and letting this man just do the work for her. the mormont was quick though, not allowing the dog to get any closer to her horse. a twist and flick of her sword and she struck against the dog's leg then in it’s shoulder blade, a warning for it to back down. the dog let out a loud yelp and a whimper. for a moment it seemed still, like it might retreat. but the moment was quickly broken as it snapped this time at the king.

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things that are hard to hear.

**possible triggers - abuse / death / suicidal implications change pronouns as needed for things you’d WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ i don’t want you in my life anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to have a relationship with you. ❞

❝ she’s not coming home. ❞

❝ that wasn’t meant for you. ❞

❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞

❝ you’re wasting my time. ❞

❝ you’re wasting your time. ❞

❝ you’re not listening to me! ❞

❝ i feel like i can’t tell you anything. ❞

❝ you’re too late. ❞

❝ you don’t give yourself enough credit. ❞

❝ you don’t give me enough credit. ❞

❝ it’s time for things to change. ❞

❝ you failed me. ❞

❝ fuck you. ❞

❝ i can see right through you. ❞

❝ things are getting bad again. ❞

❝ are things getting bad again? ❞

❝ move on. ❞

❝ that’s on you. that’s your fault. ❞

❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞

❝ you haven’t changed. ❞

❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞

❝ i’m dying. ❞

❝ you’re good – but you’re not as good as you could be. ❞

❝ it’s always about you. ❞

❝ nobody cares about your problems. ❞

❝ i don’t trust you. ❞

❝ you’re being taken advantage of! ❞

❝ i feel like you’re taking advantage of me. ❞

❝ did you hear what she said about you? ❞

❝ life isn’t fair. suck it up. ❞

❝ i didn’t mean i liked you that way– ❞

❝ maybe it’s better this way. ❞

❝ i wish i’d never met you. ❞

❝ you ruin my happiness. ❞

❝ i think we should see other people. ❞

❝ i’m not ready to settle down. ❞

❝ i want to love someone like you love me. ❞

❝ you can do anything you set your mind to, but you won’t. ❞

❝ stop crying. ❞

❝ don’t come back. ❞

❝ i’m not coming back. ❞

❝ i don’t care enough about you to hate you. ❞

❝ i feel like you’re dragging me down with you. ❞

❝ why don’t you smile anymore? ❞

❝ something happened today. ❞

❝ i don’t want to do this anymore. ❞

❝ stop letting it get to you. ❞

❝ i’m sorry. ❞

❝ i’m not sorry. ❞

❝ you’re not sorry. ❞

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@rosa-arryn @captain-morra

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cedrictyrell‌:

   —   the mormont lady’s small huff of laughter momentarily echoed and bounced from the marble walls of sunspear’s great hall; though it felt more like a crept in terms of atmosphere rather than the setting for one of the grandest celebrations cedric had ever previously attended. drunken laughter and fine music had soon turned into the sounds of cries and wailing, and it was enough to ensure the tyrell did not want to see another ball for a very long time. “that is good news, cassana.” cedric spoke, his tone of voice more serious in comparison to his usual casual tone as he crossed the limited distance there was between them, clearing his throat as he crossed his arms across the front of his rust coloured tunic. “you of all people know how much me and my family value the north. i heard rumours of the extent of lord stark’s injuries, and whilst i have not yet seen him, it is good to hear rumours continue to be just that.” despite the north remaining firmly loyal to their lannister king and queen, the once queen of highgarden, crowned whilst ailing on her deathbed, had been dyanna; whom his people tenderly coined the winter rose. 

at the mention of his short journey to the borders of the reach along the river torentine, cedric offered his companion a small nod, running a hand through his admittedly unruly curls. the man still suffered from a lack of sleep, even following sending the fallen back to their allocates places of rest. “it was…” he trailed off slightly, simply looking her in the eye long enough for her to understand what he meant. horrible. at the mention of the gift, the tyrell couldn’t help but offer her the etchings of a wryly but tired smile. his decision had been an impulsive one, no doubt fuelled by the lessons of his father; ensure you owe nothing to everyone. “it suited you well.” he spoke, his tone smooth as he took in her current attire; completely contrasting the gold of that night. “tell me, what are your plans for the afternoon?”

"lord stark is fairing well, better and better each day as we all are. and others from the north as well." thankfully her brother had been there in time to save brendan from some unknown future. perhaps crushed by the running mob or pummeled by one of the rocks. it was all a mystery of what could have been. cedric didn't need to say much of what his journey must have been like. returning home only to bring dead with him, not a peace treaty or good news. she couldn't imagine the weight that journey must have put on someone. and she did not want to press further into a topic she was not sure she was welcome to just yet.  so she simply gave a small nod in response to what he said. knowing if wanted to talk more he certainly could, but she has an inkling of feeling that he might not press on with that conversation.

a smile moved onto cassana's face but unlike the ones before, a different one. her eyes couldn't meet his for that moment as he mentioned the dress. "well thank you for it. and for allowing me to fit in for one night i suppose even as disastrous as it was at the end. the start was so nice...if only it could have stayed like that." it seemed the two of them were both at a slight more ease as they talked more, even in a place of description such as this. the mormont even perked up a bit as he asked her for her plans that afternoon. "none, that i can recall. unless you count archery practice for the second time today a very pressing matter. what did you have in mind, dear prince?" she smiled, her tone lighter now, joking with him as they had done in the market place not too long ago.

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Helena: I am going to speak to you very vaguely about a problem that I have, and you cannot ask me any questions or details about it.

Emeric: That is my ideal conversation, aside from no conversation, but that feels unlikely.

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stvrmking‌:

it seems as soon as steffon becomes aware of the situation in the stables, he hears the commotion outside. he can hear the cries of the stableboy and a woman mixed with the snarls of, no doubt, another sand dog before it gives out one final, loud yelp. surely that one was dead. 

there was still the problem of the one inside the stables and the presence of a woman opposite of the creature. steffon moves himself to the center of the stables, seemingly distracting the dog from the woman. it lets out a low growl as the king slowly removes the sword that is sheathed at his side. he is lucky that he had forgotten to take it off. it’s a habit he’s trying to break, at least here in dorne, for the sake of not putting any of the other nobles in state of unease at the sight of a weapon.

“stay still, my lady,” he says in a gruff voice. any sudden movements could turn the dog’s attention away from steffon and onto her once more. trained in combat practically from the moment he could walk, the large man was confident in his ability to slay the creature with ease. 

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"whoa whoa!" cass said grabbing onto the reins of her horse as it began acting skittish, stamping it's feet before it reared up.  behind her she heard a loud growl of a creature, seemingly echoing in the stable as the other horses began to get spooked as well. turning slowly she spotted the wild dog, barring it's teeth out. but beyond it stood a man. she had never seen him before but judging on how he looked, he certainly seemed to be some sort of upperclass man. luckily an upperclass man who was armed.

the dog snarled at the man, looking like he was ready to bite him any moment. "i don't think standing still is going to be any favors." she said, reaching down to take ou her own sword. riding out in dorne, cass was always sure to bring her weapons with her. however her bow was out of reach at that moment, as much as she rather rely on that. "are there others?" she asked him, hoping he might have gotten a look around the stables. "i don't think it would be enjoyable to be surprised by another one of these dogs."

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IRON FORGED FAMILY AS:   T R O U B L E D   B I R D S

part 3/?

morrec clegane @mcrrec​

rosa arryn @rosa-arryn​

annaya mallister @lady-annaya​ :

steffon baratheon @stvrmking​ :

helena serrett @htyrell​

robin arryn @princerobinarryn​

the entire tyrell family:

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IRON FORGED FAMILY AS:   T R O U B L E D   B I R D S

part 2/?

rhaena lannister to all the independent kingdoms @rhcena​ :

vida waters @liifewcter​

adelayne hill @adelaynehill​ :

florian @pillowprince-florian​ :

cassana mormont:

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IRON FORGED FAMILY AS:   T R O U B L E D   B I R D S 

part 1/?

niyah @niiych​

emeric tyrell @emerictyrell​

caerella targaryen @drragonbcrn​

cedric tyrell @cedrictyrell​

bonus: the rocks at the misommer ball to everyone else:

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—  »   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?  

 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋.  

You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating. You don't give up. You're committed and brave. Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle. Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog. You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods. You also value honesty and fairness a great deal. You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding. You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.

Souls you are most compatible with: 

•Old Soul 

•Peacemaker Soul

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liifewcter‌:

    —  for @cassanaxmor​ ·  within two-three days

       —  SHE HAD FINALLY, FINALLY GONE THROUGH all her stores and determined what things she was in desperate need of in her stores, and save for some rare plants that she would have to travel to get (or pay a ridiculous amount to ship to her) she knew she could at least begin to work again.  the sound of someone at the front counter of her stall prompted her to turn around with a tired kind of smile as she was drying her hands; “morning friend, how can i help you?”

there had been talks around the northern camps of an herbalist that had set up shop not too far. the word was she was quite the healer and had remedies for all sorts of things. curiosity took over the rest and she quickly found herself at the counter of the woman’s stall. “good morning.” cass greeted her back. “i am looking for a few things actually. you’ve kicked up quite a stir in the northern camp. had one fellow who would not stop talking my ear off about how you helped stop an ache in his leg. i think he is eternally debated to you the way he’s talking.” she laughed.

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cedrictyrell‌:

— the last time he had spoken with lady mormont in the bustling streets of sunspear’s bazzars seemed to almost be a lifetime ago, before the events of the midsummer ball plagued both his mind and his sleep. the aftermath of dealing with his own dead, he had not yet heard the confirmed numbers from other regions of westeros. “i am happy to see you well, cassana.” he greeted her, staying in the same spot as she approached him, her steps echoing off the marble floor beneath them. there was a bruise on the side of her face, no doubt from the struggle. he knew better than to call attention to the injury. whilst he had seen her during the midsummer ball, he had been surprised to see her wearing the outfit he had purchased for her for the sake of good will.  it was a matter of wanting to ensure he was in no person’s debt, though he hoped it helped her feel comfortable enough to enjoy the night before it ended in tragedy.   “how are your family? the starks?” he inquired, wanting to figure out whether any of them had been injured. “it seems it would have been better for everyone to skip on the ball after all.”

“my family is well. my brother wasn’t injured too badly. luckily he had been called away during the beginning of the attack. he only arrived part way through and was able to get lord branden stark to safety. which we are all very thankful for.” it was true though, the gods only knew what might have happened to branden if her brother had not shown up. "and your family? i heard you made the trip back to the reach. i hope it went alright..." as alright as a trip for burying the dead could be. it seemed eerie how much death surrounded them in this very room. how many lives were lost in this one spot. cassana had a too close relationship with death and seeing it coming that being here was very unsettling. but somehow she felt that it could help. and it was worth a chance at least.

“perhaps skipping the ball would have been a smart idea. if i was a vindictive woman i might even blame you for gifting me that dress and having me go. but i suppose i cannot blame you for that.” she joked, letting out a small huff of a laugh. felt hard to joke even after time apart from the attack.

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drragonbcrn‌:

the chaos of the night before and lack of sleep clouded her thoughts but she finally recognizes the woman. cassana mormont. caerella remembers spending time with her in her childhood on her trips to winterfell.. before the accident. then there was the letters afterward.. she wonders if the other woman knew she had held on to the trinket sent to her all these years ago. it went with her everywhere. it was comforting, a reminder that those who were not dragons could be kind as well– that maybe she could let her guard down sometimes.

there is a few moments of silence as caerella contemplates what to say to her. she didn’t want to reveal too much. while she didn’t suspect any sort of malice from her, she still needed to remain vigilant. “someone killed my family’s servants last night,” she says and turns her gaze quickly to the landscape ahead, unable to look at her in fear that she would begin to cry. “they are completely innocent and yet..” the silver-haired lady swallows the lump in her throat, “and yet someone felt the should be punished with death.”

it seemed like there were so many possibilities that could have happened if young caerella had stayed in the north. perhaps the two of them would have ended up as better friends than those who just write letters back and forth. though still it was nice to get to see her once again in person it was strange after talking with her through letters and small trinkets they sent. of course caerella’s gifts were always a lot more elaborate than the mormont could afford but she made up for it how she could.

now here they sat years later, dozens of letters later, dealing with this chaotic tragedy in front of them. cassana sat up more as cae began to explain what had happened. “oh gods caerella i am so sorry.” she said. “they didn’t deserve that. no one does. but you are right they were innocent people. whoever did this doesn’t seem to care about that at all. children were killed. i don’t understand who could do something like that.”

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lysellalannister‌:

Lysella had spent the better part of her night staring at her ceiling, willing her racing thoughts to calm enough so that she could sleep. Of course, that never came to pass, she simply ended up reading her night away until dawn came. She was sure that she looked worse for wear, she certainly felt it. The bags beneath her eyes were evident, as was the dullness of her hair and skin. If that were not enough, the bandages on her neck and hands certainly made her a sight. She hummed a reply as she sat before Cassana, her guards a respectable distance behind her. “It is almost as if we were faced with a storm of glass and stone last night,” Lysella joked half-heartedly. She winced at the markings on Cassana’s face. “And your head? Are you feeling alright?”

“oh yes, just looks like an awful bruise. looks far worse than it actually feels. i’ve had worst concussions from back home in bear island.” she smiled. “i swear my father was yelling me more to stop climbing trees more than anything else.” it was a small attempt to lighten the depressive mood the entirety of dorne seemed to be under. and guessing from the various bandages wrapped around lysella, cass could guess she did not have a smooth night either. “and you? are you feeling alright? that looks like it hurts.”

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mcrmontson‌:

     BANNEN grinned when cass posited the challenge to the young lad, and even more-so when he hit the centre of the target.   he was still leaning slightly off on the right, probably an overcompensation but it was easily corrected.    “don’t forget to let your father know you’ve come back,” bannen called out and the boy called out and waved his goodbye with his smaller, third-hand bow strapped across his back.   “it was more for grenn than me, but its alright,” he assured his sister.   “and i’m doing fine, nothing other than some bruising and one of the junior maesters working with house glover stitched the wound on my arm closed with no trouble,” he pushed the sleeve of his shirt back up his arm to show her the bandage that covered his upper forearm.   “we gave the thief back to the dornish to deal with,” he said as he headed over to the haystack and pulled the last few arrows free before returning to the mark,  “he didn’t get anything of note, or anything at all actually,”  he strung an arrow and straightened, opening his chest.   “i’ve already had the hole in the tent patched and re-sewn,”     fssssssssssssTHUNK as the arrow ripped through the air and embedded itself in the target.

     “CASS —   have you heard of all the little things that have been rumoured to have occurred throughout the night of the ball?“

“i’m glad you werent too injured. i’m sure all the starks are thankful to you.” moving next to her brother's mark, she grabbed one of the extra bows there for practice. "it worries me the thief did not take anything. either he did a bad job or he was looking for something and could not find it....i don't like it." cass said as she notched one of the arrows. taking aim towards the haystack, and let go. the arrow flew threw the air and landed next to her brother's own arrow. the two of them side by side, like they always were. the mormonts always ready to take on the next thing together. stronger together, smarter together. that's what their mother always said to them. family was important in times like this when pandemonium seemed to be breaking out around them.

"i've heard all sorts of things that people have said happened. with people so frightened it's hard to tell what is real and what is just an exaggeration. but if half of the things are true that people are saying then i believe something big is going on here....what have you heard?" cass frowned. it seemed far too suspect that her brother's living quarters were broken into the same night all this chaos was happening around them. "the man who tried to steal from you, has he said anything at all? anything about the attacks or....something? it all of this feels so strange. i mean....why you? why your tents? with all the rich families around dorne why come here?"