A/N: Well, its almost Thanksgiving over here. Where has the year gone?

Still alive. Game of Thrones just wounded me.

Unfortunately for them, I survived!

I've also been thinking about things...just life stuff. Not trying to get to heavy with the anniversary coming up. Have I really been writing for almost fifteen years now?

Feels strange.

So here we are, a fragment of sorts while I work on longer chapters for these stories. I'm busy updating a LOT of different genres besides RWBY these days. Hopefully that doesn't upset people too much; after all, I'm known for more than RWBY these days.

Once again, references are references and I own nothing. Zilch. Nadda. Reviews are all the payment I'll ever receive.

Its ben a long road, and I juste wanted to thank you all for joining me on this joruney.

So lets get started, shall we?

"A good man would not do such things.

How fortunate for you then, that I am not a good man.

~a discussion.

That's All the Truth I Know (Fragment)

"Halt! By order of Cersei Lannister, you are under arrest!"

As far was threats went, Naruto didn't consider that a particularly poignant one. Instead, the Many of Many Faces continued to drink, utterly at his ease. A full flagon rose to his lips and fell thrice as fast as he drained his drink. He flicked two gloved fingers at the bartender for another and the man scurried off. No doubt he wanted nothing to do with Lannister guards. More fool he.

He was about to miss the show.

"Oi, you!" A hand came down on his shoulder, gripping tight. "Listen to me!"

A lazy blue eye flicked over his shoulder to consider the watchman in question. "...you're shit at dying, you know that?"

Narrow piggish eyes blinked at him. "...what?"

The hand fell from his wrist and landed at their feet with a wet splat. A shrill scream pierced the air, followed by a slew of curses. Something about a son of a whore or somesuch. Pity. He'd heard more inventive oaths uttered on the other side of the world. Not...whatever this was.

A fresh peal of laughter rose through the bar, silencing those within.

"Oh, stop screaming." Through the disguise, Naruto felt the beginnings of a frown form. "Even like this I could slaughter you to a man; I could kill all of you." he swept an arm out, taking them each in turn. "Like carving a cake. And you think I need a weapon?"

Slowly, calmly, Naruto set his now-empty mug on the table and turned to face them.

They frowned at it as he leaned back. "I'll kill you with this."

And the screams began.

(.0.0.0.)

"Where did he go this time?"

A body hurtled across the alleyway.

Oberyn swore softly and followed the screams.

(.0.0.0.)

"My friend, you are a genius. How is it that you managed to make more gold in a week than most of us hold in a lifetime?"

The Man of Many Faces grunted as he finished the tale.

"Luck." he said, snatching up a fresh flagon to celebrate. "A good poker Face helps, too."

...I can't help but notice you empathized the last word." Tyrion chuckled. "That said, I didn't come here to hear stories."

"You want to meet her." a frowned marred his face. "The Mother of Dragons."

"I find myself curious." Tyrion declared breezily. "They say her dragons are magnificent."

"Do you think me a fool?" Naruto clicked his tongue in mild admonishment. "You just want to get out of Westeros. Away from your family. Away from Cersei."

"For the time being, yes." caught in a lie, the dwarf drained his flagon and leaned back in his chair. "Can you blame me? Then again, I'm not the one running across rooftops at night working magic."

"Hmm." The Man of Man Faces didn't wince respond to the jab; instead he merely drummed his fingers against the table. And as he did, a slow smile spread across his face. "You know, I've never seen a dragon before...

"Neither have I." Aha! He knew that smile. The man was starting to warm to the idea, Tyrion just knew it. He just needed a push. A nudge. A reason to accept. "She'd be a fool to turn us away. We have Oberyn's backing already. And with you skills...well." he sipped fro his cup again. "I dare say she'd be very interested in you. Need I say more?"

"I'm not above taking her over my knee if she's a brat."

Tyrion coughed harshly on his wine.

"Please don't do that...

A/N: Gods above I've gotten rusty. Need to work out the 'ol writing muscle again and rewatch GOT.

...skipping season eight, though. Screw that season.

So In the Immortal Words of Altas... ...Revieeew, Would Ya Kindly?

Next time: In a coat of Gold. No previews, sadly.

It would spoil the surprise.

R&R~!

=D