Gyrfalcon's Keep east india trading company

solveig's voice joins his and velaryon wonders if he overstepped; in a moment too late and far too brief before he brushes it off.

what truly mattered, he thought, was that he was here. for better or for worse.

the greyscale woman that greets them, introducing herself as asvoria and highpriestess is a slip of a thing; slyphlike.

i am velaryon cairn, he greets; whiskey steeped in smoke timbre still a little rough from the burn of saltwater. and at solveig's recruitment, a glimpse is spared in her direction. i am here to join.