A Tear Of Lys - The Crimson Dragon
Jaqen 1-
As its name suggested old town was old so old its origins are lost to time, the oldest runic records of the First Men, as well as records from maesters that claim to have lived among the children of the forest, confirm men have lived at the mouth of the Honey Wine since the Dawn Age.
Old Town was the wealthiest city in westeros and had the second highest population, Jaqen knew these things, it was his home after all. He had came from Essos in order to service Lord High Tower and bring the gift to those who opposed him, but this was no time to focus on the past, the God Of Death was being denied and my duty as his servant is to ensure his gift can be given.
Magic had returned to the realm, to the surprise of no one, a few years prior only the men of many faces could consistently use sorcery but it would appear the effects of the doom had worn off, it had been many years since the pyromancers fell and the clouds of ash rose the dragons had returned, the red priests were beginning to bring back the lost, and dead marched on the wall. This had to be stopped, names which were given were returning, the prophecy had been fulfilled,' When White rises from the ice and red rise from the flame, the Red God will tear through the land with a sword of flame and leave no one standing.'
The red had rose and the white would drag the wall to the ground an ancient doctrine breached, only the vaults of the maesters stood between night and dawn.
Dawn had come, it was clear and as cold as the lands of always winter, there was a certain frost in the wind confirming the Maesters forecast, winter was here, the many faced wolf had warned him he had no reason to complain. The execution had started at daybreak, one of the customary raiders, likely ironborne, i had my full of iron blood, the red water brought a chill to my spine, a killer i was, but does any man enjoy the sight of blood, perhaps those who called for his services, perhaps. The islander was short a muscular man he was clean shaven and had a full head of thick golden hair, he was pleasantly clean for a pirate i had thought although he did still retain the customary stench of Pyke, it was not a pleasant odour. I dordelled past the crowd and silent executioner and noticed an inn toward the immense tower, the journey had been long and tiring, jaqen dreamed of rest almost reflexively he entered the inn and dropped a bag of silver on the wooden desk upon which a woman rested her head the clatter of the coin woke her,'Oh, good day would u like a room?' she almost yawned the sentence together hardly keeping herself upright,'Yes one with a window over the alley if possible.' I tapped my fingers against the desk, bringing her to the realisation there was a large purse of coin sitting a side her hands,'Oh of course allow me' The lady scooped up the purse and tucked into her left pocket, she turned to a stair case and began to walk to the next floor i followed carefully pulling myself up the narrow steps she pointed round the corner and toward a door.