"What the fuck!?", asked Andros.
"That is all that has happened in the last sixteen years", answered the bartender.
"So, alright let me get this straight, Aerys goes mad, then Fatty Baratheon dethrones him, then, fatball was killed while hunting, after that, his son, Little Shit becomes king, decapitates Ned Stark, everybody starts fighting each other, lusting for the throne due to rumors that; Little Shit is product of nasty incest, and out of all of this, Bobby starts calling the shots in the north, is that how it goes?".
"Pretty much".
"Damn, well thank you for the update".
Andros left the bartender's table, then approached a table far in the corner of the bar, where a very large black man was looking as if scouting the bar, and an average sized eastern woman, drinking her ale as if she did not gave a damn about anything. "So what is new in homeland of yours" asked the woman, "not much, death, incest, war, you know, the usual", answered Andros.
The black man drank his ale, "So nottin ha' changed?", "not exactly, the players have changed, but the game is very much the same horseshit, I mean, I was only away what, sixteen years?". The woman rested adjacent on the wall adjacent to her, yawned and said, "Let's go back to free cities then, if nothing new here", "No Zhi-Mi, on the contrary, we must stay, journey north, where the war is present, these… kings have bloody ways to settle their differences, but instead of resolving their own issues themselves, they turn to bloodshed, and the innocent of Westeros are caught in the middle, powerless, in a position where they can die any day, that is what happens when powerful men play the game of thrones".
The black man stood up, like a rising tide. "I prepare da horses then", "Is this going to be another fight for the innocent quest?" asked Zhi-Mi, "Unfortunately yes, Oscur, Zhi-Mi, are you ready to venture into other people's problems?" asked Andros.
"No, please not again".
"Not this shit again".
"I appreciate your enthusiasm people, off we go!".