{ seaworth-heir }
{ withoutxhesitation }
{ iambabydollrp }
▹◊ Becoming it was, the warmth of Sun during the stroll through harbour, the wind however came unkind, spiriting all able to taverns nearby, the hot tea or Sothoryosi sweet, even the Dornish bitter fell a luring thought to all with a sore throat. None free besides a table, the lady of hold nodded towards whomever hid behind their cloak —-guards not far behind would certainly make their impression, were there any thought of malintent. - I do hope you do not mind. Seems the wind expelled most from the harbour, there is no other seat.

















