After the short victory between Black Manwind and Ophelia Ochala a raven arrived with a message for Iywel. Only a few people were literate in Westeros. It was either a king or a very educated man who could send this message. Iywel couldn't read but he had someone who could read the note, Saria Leappin. She was a lady who tended to the wounded nursing them back to health. She is beautiful but never lets any man unwounded get close to her. Iywel is the only man whose ever gotten close enough to ask her for help.

Iywel found her in her nursing station rubbing a wet cloth over a wounded man's chest. He was bleeding. His wound may have been infected and she was cleaning it to stop disease. The last thing Black Manwind needed was a soldier with a disease. They'd execute or banish anyone if they had a disease. Iywel remembered that man as one of the man who marched with him against Ophelia men. He was frozen and stabbed if he recalled. The blade must have been so weak it barely sank into his skin.

" Wounded are welcome, able-bodied must leave," Saria said washing the man's wound. When she said "able-bodied" she meant Iywel.

" Saria my friend," Iywel said smiling and showing his best smile from his clean teeth. " I have something I can't do and I need your help."

" This man needs my attention. Find some other girl to practice raping on." She said bluntly, taking the wet cloth off his chest and putting it on his head.

" That's not what I came here for," Iywel said. Saria turned around as Iywel handed her the letter. " Can you read it for me."

Saria stared at Iywel. She saw through how foolish. He needed her help because his brain would never be good at anything but swinging a sword. She used her teeth to bite a hole in the string and pulled the note out of the string. Her teeth were strong like a wolf. Her strength with her arms wasn't bad either. She could fight a man with just her hands and her intelligence was almost as wise as a princess or a queen.

" Sir Iywin Stormborn," she said reading from the letter. " Your skills of the blade and combatant robust have earned you the right to be a Lannister soldier. Go to King's Landing to be knighted by Joffrey Baratheon. Signed by Tywin Lannister." Saria put down the note to talk to Iywin with her own words. " I can't believe you actually made it into King's Landing.|

" The people in King's Landing are at war. They just picked the best swordsman before it was too late."

" When you get back don't expect to find me."

" Is there something I need to know?"

" You wouldn't care…I'm leaving to the free city Reckmam to find my parents."

" Your parents won't be in Reckmam because you weren't born in Reckmam."

" I'm going there because where I once lived was destroyed by the Mad King. I leave tomorrow in the morning. Chose your next words carefully for they will be your last."

" You can't just leave your leader to go wherever you want."

" I can. I'm getting married."

Iywin couldn't believe his ears. Saria was young. Too young to get married even though girls were getting married when they started puberty. She was born in 275 AD, by that age she would have three children already, but men were poor and only rich could marry whomever they wish.

" You can't get married? What about your chastity? What about finding a man you want to settle down with?"

" What do you care? I'm not one of those girls you've buried your bones into. You've never taken me to your bed and lust me until I bleed. I've never bleed for any man. I'm a virgin who has saved more knights and kings then you have put your cock in women you pay for."

" That is what you think; I think you and I are kind of like brother and sister."

Iywin couldn't stop her. She was going to Reckmam. Reckmam was only found by the smart. It is an island city only reached through an underground tunnel. Saria wouldn't tell him how to find the entrance and there was no convincing for her. Iywin decided it was just best to leave.

" Wait." Saria said. Iywin turned around and smiled like he was wearing a new cot. " You're stronger than most soldier but you are not a war god. Be sure to watch your back on the battlefield."

" I'll wait until the enemy strikes and then stick my sword up his ass."