Ser Jorah Mormont was asleep in his bunk when they came for him. Four large men were crowded into his small room, surrounding him.
"What the..?" He asked, sitting up. As he reached for his sword one of the men punched him in the side of head with a gauntleted fist, knocking him unconscious.
When Jorah woke again, he wished he hadn't. His headed pounded like a fiend and he had no idea where he was. After a few moments his senses returned to him enough for him to realise he was in a cell and his wrists were shackled.
It was very dark in the cell and he could smell raw sewage and rotting straw. He had no recollection of how he got there or any idea who would want him thrown in a dungeon. He shuffled a little on the cold stone floor trying to get his bearings. The effort brought on a wave of dizziness and he closed his eyes and fell into unconsciousness again.
If Jorah hadn't been so disorientated he would have realised that the men who had captured him weren't Dothraki as he had first thought. The Dothraki did not have dungeons, wear metal armour nor did they used shackles to secure their prisoners. And why would the Dothraki come for him when he was no longer in the company of Danerys?
It was some time before a bucket of water woke Jorah. He shook his head to clear it and he instantly regretted the action. The sharp movement made his head start pounding again, and earned him a kick to the gut.
"Bring him." A husky male voice ordered and Jorah was lifted from the ground by several men and dragged from the cell.
The men didn't take him far, but Jorah was able to see that he was indeed in a dungeon, and a large one at that. Reed torches smoked in sconces along the walls and rats scurried in the corners. The putrid stench of the place made his already nauseous stomach heave.
The men deposited Jorah in room and closed a large wooden door behind him. A man stood in the shadows, his bald head gleaned in the torchlight.
"Ah Ser Jorah Mormont, the exiled former Lord of Bear Island, how nice it is to meet you in person!" The man said in an oily effeminate voice.
"Varys?" Jorah croaked. He had never met Varys in person but he knew it could be no-one else.
"How nice it is for you to recognise me." Varys said in sickly sweet voice. "I hope my new friends didn't do you too much damage?"
Jorah grunted in reply.
"Oh well never mind." Varys said dismissively. He glided over to where Jorah laid. "I must say you aren't exactly what I was expecting."
"I apologise, I wasn't expecting company." Jorah answered flippantly.
Varys gave him a tight lipped smile, as hand cuffed Jorah on the back of the head.
"Charming!" Varys spat.
"What do you want?"
"Ah Northern diplomacy!" Varys sighed. "Very well we shall ignore the pleasantries and get straight to it then." Varys nodded to someone behind Jorah.
Two men dragged Jorah to his knees and a large hand on his shoulder held him upright.
"I was very disappointed to find that you lied to me Ser. Imagine how unhappy I was to find that one of my little birds had tried to deceive me? Hmmm?" Varys folded his hands into the sleeves of his robe. "That I had paid him with gold and his lying tongue sent me false information!"
One of the men behind Jorah grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head backwards. Another hand pressed a powerful thumb into the hinge of his jaw, forcing his mouth open. Jorah began to struggle when he realised what they intended to do.
"Now now Ser, struggling will do you no good. You have wronged me and I will have retribution." Varys told him in a calm voice, as he pulled his hands from his sleeves. In one hand he held a small sharp dagger and in the other a pair of metal tongs.
As Jorah struggled the men holding him gripped him tighter as Varys stepped closer.
"You should know that I am not a forgiving man, nor do I forget another's wrong doing against me." Another hand painfully gripped Jorah's jaw. Varys reached out and caressed Jorah's stubbled cheek. "Such a shame really, we could have been good friends. I think I would have enjoyed listening to your adventures with the Queen!"