Frost Upon the Summer Land
Twenty First Day of the Twelfth Month 293 AC
"Heal him, disguised, Moonsinger," Only four words are sent back across the ether, knowing that even moments could make the difference between life and death. You might regret this, but anyone brazen enough to assassinate a high lord in the middle of a tourney has some greater intrigue at work than pure opportunism. If Dayne has some objection to having his life saved my magic you would rather deal with that then letting the intrigue continue unopposed.
A moment passes, longer than you had anticipated. You quickly explain what you had heard to the others, the good cheer of the meal fading like dew at midday.
Ser Richard curses under his breath at the idea of Dany alone near an assassin. "Should have kept Clegane with her."
You forebear from mentioning that Sandor Clegane is many things, but not subtle down the twisting paths of Sunspear is not one of them. Still, the four of you wait.
Finally another thread of thought, another sending stone used.
"The arrow was cursed, my healing spell almost made him rot from the inside out. Caught it just in time to break the curse and cast another."
Definitely more than an opportunist, you realize. It would have taken strong magic indeed to warp Dany's healing, particularly as she would not have used any less than her best to thwart an assassination.
"We are coming to help. "
You cast first glamours to make you all
unseen to any but the sharpest eye, then spells of flight so that your translocation would not have some unwitting passerby trip over you and last a spell of scrying, not upon Dany who is warded, but on the
marked stone she would have deposited near her after healing Dayne.
***
A moment later you are elsewhere, looking down upon a crowded intersection built around an old fountain in the Rhoynish style, long since dried. Ser Andrew Dayne looks much as you recall him, save perhaps for a few new lines of worry upon his brow with a warrior's manner and bright blue eyes looking upon your sister's hastily donned disguise with wariness but also gratitude. "Pardon, my lady, I have to go after her," he says gruffly.
"Her?" Dany prompts. "You saw the assassin. Did you
recognize her?"
"Damn right I did," Ser Andrew looks around the growing crowd. "As the Father is my witness it was Jeyne Fowler, acting on her father's orders no doubt." Whispers rippled through the crowd. Worry, anger, but also doubt, but you do not suspect the knight of deception. He certainly saw someone who looked like the heir of Skyreach, but that says little when you could take on that guise with a thought through spell or enchantment.
Keeping with her disguise Dany feigns ignorance of Westerosi politics and instead leans down to reclaim the arrow loosed in the attack, or rather the shaft, the tip seems to have been broken, melted away. "Have you ever seem her use arrows such as this?" There is a tenseness behind the words that is not in the least feigned.
You send Varys lower to carry messages unheard. The message she carries back sends a chill down your spine in spite of the hot Dornish sun.
"The markings on the shafts look fey, but twisted. Winter's work I think."
"I did not look in her quiver," the knight says shortly, before taking a deep breath and to your further surprise bowing to Dany. "Your pardon for the haste, my lady, but I must bring word of this treachery to Prince Doran."
What do you do?
[] Show yourself in some guise to help investigate
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[] Have Dany stop the knight
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[] Send Winter unseen with word to Prince Doran before Ser Andrew can arrive in the keep
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OOC: Some great rolls from Dany this update. 
Even the poor Calligraphy Wyrms barely ever get mentioned anymore.