As we neared the city of Quarth, we could see Xaro Xhoan Daxos, a member of the thirteen and one of our employers; we could see a number of people following him.
But what caught our eyes were the three mana-emanating beasts. The sister and I exchanged a look and decided to get down and check it out.
We order our Griffins to land in front of them, which greatly scares the group, as screams erupt from them, while some of the men ready their weapons and aim them at us.
Now that I could look at the group, I saw that it mostly consisted of old people, women and children, with a small number of strong men.
"Please!! Calm down; they are our allies!! They don't mean us any harm!!" Xaro shouted, calming the group, as some of the children looked at us and our Griffins with stars in their eyes.
"If we wanted to kill you, we would have done so already!!" shouted Sister as she got down from Lightdawn. "Don't be mean, sister. They are probably not used to seeing greatness itself." I said as I jumped off Brightnight.
"So what brings you here, Pyat, Xaro??" I asked, keeping a cold look on my face, "We are helping a friend get into Qarth." He said before saying, "Did you kill the Wormmangers??" in an attempt to change the subject.
Right after he finished his sentence, his sister remarked, "Do you think we would be standing here if we didn't? We killed all the Wormmangers that were around!!" Sister was always hotheaded, and now there is no change.
"What she said is true; we killed 26 large-sized wormmongers and 37 medium-sized." I said with a poker face.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from the Magnes's Hellryder and Delusion!! Your money will be ready this afternoon!! " Pyat said, As soon as our nicknames were announced to some of the men in the group, they started sweating cold water.
"You must feel stupid right now!!" Sister mocked, "You think you are so great because of your witchcraft, you witch!! I bet you can't even hold a sword!!" A braid-bearded man shouted.
"How about a brawl, or are you chicken?" Sister said in a cold way, If there is anything that we dislike the most, it's being called a witch, and soon this man will learn not to mess with us.
"Sure!! If I win, you become my slave!! If you win, I become yours!!" He shouted. Sister took a moment to think before she said, "If I win, you shave your hair. All your hair, including your pubic hair."
"Fine by me!!" As soon as those words left his mouth, I realised... this guy is an idiot. The crowd made a ring around them, as the sister was on the right, standing calmly, and the man on the left side was boasting to his friends about his fantasies.
I could see from the corner of my eyes a tall, swarthy and hairy man; he is black-bearded and balding on the top. He seems strong and fit, whispering to a young woman. She has violet eyes, pale skin and short, pale silver-gold hair; she is slender of frame, with small breasts.
As the referee ordered for the match to begin, the man dashed towards the sister, thinking that this was an easy win.
Sister stood there unmoved; as the man was about to attack with his right hand, Sister grabbed his left hand and swept his legs from under him.
Once he hit the ground, he was at the mercy of his sister's punches. Fortunately, he lifted his right hand in time to defend himself from the onslaught of punches.
I see who I know to be Daenerys having a heated argument with Jorah Mormont in Westeros before heading over here. She remained silent and kept staring at me as I kept watching the uneven match.
Deciding that I had enough of her stare, I started the conversation, "Do you need something??" I enquired, "Have we met before??" she asked in High Valyrian.
"Yes, we have, twice actually." I answered her in High Valyrian, "We did!" She asked slightly alarmed, "Yes, we did. "We were six years old at Braavos," I stated.
"My condolences for the death of your husband and brother." I bowed slightly; she tried her best to control her tears, as they threatened to run down her face as she responded with a nod and a thank you.
After a while I asked, "Are you still interested in taking the Iron Throne?" She calmed herself down and said firmly, "I will take back what is mine!! The Iron Throne belongs to the Targaryens, not the Baratheons!!".
"Do you have something to back you up??" I asked, "The people will raise for their true queen!! And three dragons that I hatched myself!!" She shouted, which got the attention of a few people; seeing no danger and not understanding the language, they refocused on the one-sided duel.
"Good to hear." I calmly stated, trying not to raise an eyebrow at what she said, before adding, "We will meet again." I turned around and headed to the ring.
"Sister, let's go!" I said, as the Dothraki rider seemed to have lost consciousness, as his arms fell to the ground, giving us a clear look at his face.
His eyes were blue and swollen shut, his face was red with bruises, his nose was broken and his teeth shattered, and there was blood all over him and around him.
As we were heading towards Xaro, the man stood up and shouted, "You are worthy of...!!" Before collapsing into the ground, Sister looked at him, then at his friends. "Don't forget to shave all his hair!"
When we reached Xaro, I said, "We will take the money from the pureborn at the palace." I mounted Brightnight and sister Lightdawn.
As we were soaring, I heard Sister ask, "Where are actual dragons??" "I couldn't get a clear look!! But Daenerys Targaryen said that she hatched them herself!!" I shouted back so that my voice could reach her, "Really!!" Sister said, "Yes!! Let's talk when we get down!!" I shouted.
Once we reached the gates and got down near it, Brightnight and Lightdawn left to hunt while Sister asked, "Are we still going to help her??" "If she doesn't go back on our deal. With the death of Eddard Stark, the chance of the North joining our cause is sky-high."
"Dorn will join us since they want revenge for Elya Martell and her children, which leaves House Tyrell. We can give them a high position like Hand of the King." I said, as we passed through the arched gates of the east gate.
As we were marching inside the city, camels adorned with all sorts of jewellery were all around, ridden by men with the whitest skin I have ever seen. Along those men were women, who were wearing silky robes with one of their breasts shown.
I never had problems with tradition; however, I really hate this tradition since you shouldn't see a woman's body until you are married.