Jorah

The light seared Jorah's eyes as he stepped out onto the deck of the Dragon of the Seas. He had slept quite well last night and was feeling fresh and ready for the day, something that rarely happened while they were at sea. They had been sailing since yesterday morning and would likely make land again this evening, for the last time before heading North for Lys, Tyrosh and eventually Dragonstone. Jorah knew these stops often frustrated Danaerys. She wanted to get to Westeros as soon as possible now that she had started traveling there, but these stops were a blessing. They insured the men would stay strong, being well fed and rested and, even more importantly, it gave her dragons time to grow.

And grow they had. When they set off from Astapor, the dragons had gotten to the size of a large dog or a deer. Now Drogon might tip even this mighty vessel if he landed on it, something he hadn't done in weeks. The dragons knew they were too big to stay on the ship, and the captain did not like the prospect of burning alive from stray dragonfire. Despite the dragons liking him more than any of Dany's other vassals, Jorah had grown wary of the beasts. Drogon always was a wild thing, that never took well to him. Rhaegal and Viserion were the much friendlier beasts, and even now they would approach Jorah expecting to be petted on their now tree sized necks. They were gentle creatures, these two, but if they were to bite him they could take an arm, where before they would barely break the skin.

Jorah's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword and he stood firm as the ship rolled gently. His eyes finally adjusted to the blinding sunshine and he began to walk to the side. He stood there, looking out over the sea, to the distant coast of the Summer Isles. Jorah heard the clang of steel and looked toward the bow of the vessel where he spied Ser Barristan and Grey worm. He watched as Selmy sidestepped and deflected Grey Worm's thrusts and swings of his sparring spear with more speed, grace and ease than a man of his years should. "You see, Grey Worm. If you are to fight knights, you must learn to be more patient and cleverer with your attacks. A skilled swordsman can stave off attack with a spear with very little effort, even when in the hands of a warrior such as yourself" Jorah heard the old knight say. He is so courteous and well spoken, even to the soldiers he thought as he approached them. "Now, take out your shortsword" Ser Barristan requested.

"I see you are teaching young Grey Worm how to kill you, Ser Barristan" Jorah said, jokingly, as he neared them. Barristan smiled. "You could not ask for a better teacher, Ser Worm. Ser Barristan is the greatest knight living"

"You flatter me, Ser Jorah. I am far too old to claim such a thing." Barristan said as Grey Worm picked up the dulled short sword. "In fact, I grow weary even now. Ser Jorah, how would you like to spar with Grey Worm here. Show him how to avoid the end of a longsword."

"Certainly Ser Barristan" he said as he took the sword from the old knights hand. "Now, Grey Worm. You will not want to duel with a Westerosi, or you will never get the chance to strike with your shortsword. The range means you'll have to use your shield to get inside the reach of the longsword. Your shield is an advantage." Jorah said, stretching his sword arm out fully to show the range. "Now, put down your shield"

Grey worm gave a confused look as he dropped his shield, and Ser Barristan smiled a knowing grin. "You will need to win, even when you are at a disadvantage." he said "That is what makes a great fighter".

Ser Jorah agreed and gestured Grey Worm to begin. "Remember, The man you are fighting will likely have a shield" he said as Grey Worm approached. The Unsullied's head bobbed as his feet danced like no knight's in heavy armour would, and he tried to distract Jorah with his empty left hand. He is well skilled Jorah thought. He has a mind for combat.

Grey Worm feigned an attack on Jorah's right and lurched forward, attacking his left. Jorah blocked his blade and deflected him around, turning slowly and using the full reach of his sword. He looked at the faces of the six Unsullied looking on, learning. They were blank and emotionless as ever, but Jorah couldn't help but think they were cheering on their man. Grey Worm's next attack was a low stabbing thrust that Jorah deflected up with his training blade and sidestepped, tapping the young man on the head with his pommel as his own energy sent him past the old Bear. "You see, you could have lost the fight there with a hard enough blow or had you your helm on, that hit could knock it loose and lose you the fight"

Grey Worm turned, and mock charged Jorah's right. The Knight did not see this trick as he had the last and had to strain to block the attack on his left. He stumbled and felt the crack of steel on flesh on his back. He winced slightly. "That's it. You need to use your speed. Your lack of armour means you can't stand and fight against an armoured man. You have to dance around him. But remember, you cannot slice through mail. You must always stab or your attacks will do nothing but sting and anger a knight."

Grey Worm nodded and they took they're stances once again. He is learning Jorah thought. If he can do this on the Battlefield in Westeros, we may actually seat Daenerys on that damned chair