Taller Tales
Tenth Day of the Fourth Month 294 AC
Tyene Sandviper was not certain how it came to be that she was the one to escort the countless bags of corpses for delivery to Gogossos. It was likely as simple as her being the one with the spell for the job not tangled up in any other journey. 'All' she had to do was wrap her mind around a principle of sorcery that had so alluded everyone from Ny Sar to Old Valyria that only the Sarnori mage-smiths had bothered to teach it along the chain of master and apprentice... easy.
Fuck it, the headache was back, she cursed inwardly, pushing the tome aside. Maybe going to Sothoryos to watch Qyburn drool over the corpses wouldn't be the worst use of her day.
Did Qyburn even drool these days? She cut the thought off and carefully excised it from her mind. The last thing she would want to find out was the details of the flesh-smith's secretions and she would not put it past the bastard to be able to read her mind somehow. He did good work, fortunately far far away.
Sand Viper's Reach Progress 6/8
Fortunately, the servitors would handle the bags full of flesh and boxes filled with what looked like splintered wood, and even the bloody chest lashed with steel chains, 'just in case', that was supposed to hold the Indigo Mask's mount. The trip was almost worth it when the young sorcerer who was playing liaison to the Wild Hunt now that the dragon of Tolos had gone back to his roost asked, "In case of what?"
"Spontaneous necromantic animation," Tyene had answered blandly. "Never assume something is dead just because it stopped moving and started reeking."
"It's being preserved by the chest, there's no reason for it to smell badly," he answered hesitantly, not wanting to contradict a Companion.
"It's also being preserved by being a thing of the deep north, the which should be the greater concern to all of us," she snorted. "Not sure why old Relath felt the need to freeze it extra."
"Uh..." the mage was looking around as though expecting to find the answer engraved on the walls of the Special Material Holding Area. Alas for him the only thing there were warding glyphs against divination. "Well, they say dragons are most careful of treasure. Perhaps that applies to... er, wolf corpses." The smile looked so watery Tyene was afraid it might drip off, but it
had been a jest.
"If you think this is the strangest treasure I ever escorted for a dragon, then you haven't been in this city long...."
They were already in the sweltering heat of Gogossos for half and hour before the mage worked up the courage to ask. "What was the strangest thing you escorted, that you can speak of freely that is?" he added quickly. One did not become a sorcerer without a certain intrinsic curiosity, but at the same time one did not gain the trust of a dragon without learning discretion.
"The Golden Hearth," Tyene replied simply.
"I know there are plenty of rumors swirling about that place about everything under the sun but I'm..." he caught her eye. "You mean that story's true? The king stole the whole inn?"
"Yep, it even involved fey, too..." she glanced down at the corpses. "Livelier ones than these. It played one small part in how we allied with the Wild Hunt eventually."
The Tolosi mage looked like he wasn't sure if he believed her, or if he could afford not to.
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OOC: So yeah Tyene managed to roll a 6 on 4d6. It's a good thing that roll wasn't on anything that could crit fail. Not yet edited.