Dragons and Thrones: An Unusual Union

Chapter 9 of my crossover story, enjoy, a new POV character and a Dragon Age on at that, just one more POV character to be revealed in this story.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Solas

The figure stood under the canopy of the building, in the welcome cool shade of the heat in the city. He observed the comings and goings of the citizens.

'Such a strange lot of people…very different from any others I've seen.' He contemplated. 'What did the locals call this place again…Pentos.'

He had spent much of his time here in the shadows, observing the people and learning of the locals and their customs and the land he was in. The figure was around forty years old, completely bald with thin dark eyebrows, dark brown eyes and a cleft chin. He was clean shaven and had rather large pointed ears.

His clothing was old and worn, suitable for travel, he hid his ears and head under a plain cowl; he also wore a pendant, crafted from a wolf's jawbone. He had done his best to appear non-descript, not wanting to cause any contention in this land of Essos. He had learned a few things about it, specifically the city of Pentos from his quiet observations.

But Solas, for that was his name, did not want to draw attention to himself. He wasn't sure how these people would react to Elves, a race he was a member of. He shook his head as he saw the people in the streets moving out of the way quickly.

As he watched, carefully, he saw why for at that moment a carriage, carrying a noble of some description, began to move through the streets, surrounded by guards.

Solas shook his head. 'Such behavior is typical here from what I've seen. Everybody must move out of the way and kowtow to the nobles, save other nobles themselves.'

Such behavior disgusted him; but not as much as what he saw next.

Trailing behind the noble was a train of people, chained yet working, carrying the noble's belongings.

'Slaves, of course there would be slaves here.' He thought with revulsion. 'Seems I cannot escape it, no matter where I go. Be it Thedas or here, Essos.'

He narrowed his eyes, wanting so much to help those poor people; to teach that noble ponce a lesson. His grip tightened on the long staff he held in his hand, its head fashioned like three small serpent like dragon heads.

The staff was Solas' means of channeling his powers, for he was a mage, a person gifted with the ability to use magic. However he shook his head and took a deep breath.

He had to stay in control. 'It would not do to draw such attention to myself; despite my wishes, I cannot just do as I please, I need to remain…detached.'

With a sigh he calmed himself, strapped his staff to the leather slot secured to his back. He was getting carried away; he had to stay objective, find out more about where he was, if there was anything that could help him find what he had lost.

He shook his head. 'I need to find what was stolen from me, I need to recover it, only then can I continue with my task.'

The noble and his slaves passed; Solas decided he needed to get out of this part of town. He had to try and find something to distract him, as well as continue his investigation into the melding of the worlds. So, forsaking the cool shade, he began to walk down the street.

As he walked he unfortunately was unable to calm himself; for he simply saw more slaves. Some acting as porters, others doing various menial tasks. Some however were guards for large buildings which clearly belonged to the nobles.

He shook his head. 'Such is always case wherever I go. I seem condemned to see such a horrific divide. Those with money and titles; brutally oppressing those they deem lesser than themselves. Not just with slaves either…But everyone, a society cursed with greed and avarice. Can it truly be justified, can there ever, truly be a means to end this…Beyond…?'

He shook his head and tried to find something else to focus on; unfortunately, he soon found that he had taken a wrong turn and had entered into a courtyard, being used as a slave market. He glowered upon seeing this, but even more so, rage took hold of him as he observed the current auction. For the woman current being sold was an Elf; one of his own people, recently brought into this strange new world by the explosion.

Despite his wishes, he knew interfering would be detrimental to his current goal. 'Ir abelas, Lethallan. But someday I will break your chains, and all others.'

With supreme effort he turned away and, seeing he was only going to find more reminders of the very things that infuriated him, he decided to find somewhere he could get plenty of information quickly. So he could leave this place once and for all. He decided to seek out the nearest tavern.

As he walked he did his best to try and calm down; none the less, he couldn't help but consider the awful facts before him.

'It did not take long did it?' He pondered bitterly. 'In such a short space of time, my people have fallen to the same fate in this world, as they did in Thedas. I never thought there would be so many unscrupulous people here…If anything it might even be worse.'

He finally found what he was looking for and approached the tavern; as he did so he saw three men exit and swiftly stepped into the shadows of a nearby building. He glared as he observed the three men, clad in robes, talking amongst themselves, smirking.

He recognized their clothing, their accents.

He noted that all three bore staffs and for him, that set his initial thoughts about the men in stone.

'Tevinter Magisters; I should have guessed, slave trade here…No wonder with these men around, slavery is their greatest source of income.' He thought to himself. 'They must've convinced the people here to use Elves as slaves, just as they did to us back in Thedas.'

He remained hidden until the Magisters left and finally decided he had had enough. There was only one way to be sure of answers, to drastically get attention. So he removed his cowl, revealing his ears and confirming he was an Elf for all to see. With that he made his way to the tavern door and entered.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.