And What a Dance it Was (NO SV, War is Coming, Prepare)

The Sons of Winter:

Winterfell: The Starks have a problem as well that they need to deal with. Near White Harbor, they have claimed that slavers, poachers, and the likes had a battle. And the battle there was something that needed to be cleaned up. After all, who killed them?

White Harbor had snow, and it was spring. Such a thing was forign to you. You had known one winter, before you learned about Grey Ghost, and bonded with him. The White powder had dusted the mountain top, and the dragons themselves had sought to blow snow down the mountain with their breaths of fire. Causing snowfall and other events that buried homes and made getting to snow much easier for those like you to see it.

But here, it was not joyful, it was depressing, as if the whiteness was sucking the life away from the world, with Gray skies and sunless sights. It was without light, barely peeking through the clouds.

The North was a hard place, a cold place… and a dark place. Yet as you flew, it had life deep between the trees and the city. People carried on without trouble. They were not troubled by the snow.

And as you flew, you saw Daemon not worrying, not being frightened by the snows. If anything he was annoyed by it. And as he rested on his dragon, lazing about in his saddle, you realized how lucky he was.

He actually had a saddle, and you didn't. And it angered you.

When you reached the battlefield, Lord Stark and Manderly were waiting for you, along with a hundred plus men at arms.

It was insanity what you saw. A thousand corpses seemed strewing the field, hanging from the trees, far more than just a simple slaving operation, it was a bloody army.

As your dragons landed, the Northmen seemed uneasy. They all looked at each other, and some made bets as to what was going to happen. Daemon got off first. Then you did. Trudging through the light snow, you felt cold, yet Daemon looked undeterred, like he was warm, and fire burned within him.

"Lord Stark, Lord Manderly," Daemon said, as the two men gave light bows. "I'm glad you waited until our arrival before strewing through this-" Daemon seemed quiet as he surveyed. "We did not see much from above, but that is no surprise, the tree line covered much of the corpses."

There was a nod. "Prince Daemon, you are correct in that assumption, but you are also wrong. We have accounted for all the bodies. And they do not number more than 300."

"Then what about all the bodies in the trees?" Daemon asked. "We saw them."

Lord Stark nodded. "This place is where we hung many of the Deserters from MAegor's supporters, those that rebelled and went south. This is as far south as they came."

"Awfully well preserved for corpses this far south?" Daemon stated.

"It was a long winter." Lord Manderly stated, as Lord Stark looked at you.

"This is the silent one that follows you around?" Lord Stark asked as he looked at you.

Daemon stepped forward. "He is." He replied, anger in his tone, protective stance at the ready. "What does he mean to you?"

"Nothing yet." Stark replied. He seems curious. He seemed… You didn't know.

"What do we know?" Daemon asked.

"Slavers came from widows' watches, ravaging through the Countryside. Lord Bolton had gathered a host to meet them at my command, but he was unable to get through a summer blizzard that rolled through. But by the time that Lord Manderly gathered 50 knights of his house to slow them down… We found them like this?" Lord Stark stated.

Lord Manderly then spoke. "There are a few survivors, but they are asleep, and we fear they may not wake. Poison we think."

"Poison, like this was a mass suicide?" Daemon asked.

"We do not know, only poison we found was on the men who are still alive. The rest would need an autopsy. And Maester Ben is not finished with them yet." Lord Manderly replied.

So you had to wait for now. Wait and see what was happening.

What do you do?:

[]Be with Lord Stark and Manderly: You want to see what the Northman think of you. Or rather, what they want with you.

[]Be with Daemon: Daemon looked scared, like he was seeing something he did not wish to see. At all.

[]Explore the battlefield: You want to see what this battlefield holds. Perhaps there is some loot to be had.

[]Go to Grey Ghost: YOur Dragon seems strange, and antsy… like it wanted to leave, but wouldn't leave you.

[]Go Towards the Autopsy: You want to see what killed these people.

AN: Enjoy.