Dragon's Roost
Fifteenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
As evening begins to steep over Sorcerer's Deep ,you bid farewell to most of your friends and begin the journey north, one that would see you stand at last before Brynden Rivers in the flesh learn whatever secrets the old sorcerer would not trust to the tides of the Dream. And if the fates are kind... perhaps you might see undone a death come unjustly. Perhaps your family will number one more when next you walk the streets of the Deep. By your side there are but two: Ser Richard wearing a simple fur-lined cloak over spell-steel plate, and Dany hiding heavenly wings of borrowed power under a simple glamour. After one final deep breath you speak familiar words three times three and find yourself on yet more familiar shores...
Dragonstone.
The isolated beach you had chosen has changed little since last you saw it: crashing waves over sands streaked with dirty black dragon-glass, the mournful cries of gulls, and of man not a trace to be seen save a fishing boat in the distance. "Come on the path to the village is this way," you call to the others, turning your back to the sea and towards the looming sharp-edged shadow of the Dragonmount, and beneath it like a slumbering wyrm crowned in sharp crests and spikes to pierce the heavens the ancestral seat of your House.
"It looks almost forlorn," Dany says thoughtfully as the three of you walk up the crumbling path from the shore.
"How do you mean?" you ask.
"It was one thing for a cousin Stannis to rule here," she says with far less vitriol than when she had first named the lord that in mockery. "At least he had a dragon's blood. But a lion of Lannister has no place in a dragon's roost."
"You should be careful saying things like this where others may hear," Ser Richard warns.
Dany snorts. "If I wished to take this place by strength of sorcery could the garrison stop me much, Viserys?"
"Judging from the numbers of Dragonseeds and their kin who dared the passage to the Stepstones on strength of rumor and hearsay, I do not think they would even try," you reply. "Still, to fly the dragon banner from those towers is to call for war. Even should the Usurper be so craven as to not dare raise his banners over such a thing, it would still place us in the uncomfortable situation of imprisoning Stannis' family, or else letting them loose."
"Damned if you do and damned if you don't," Dany sighs. After a few more steps walking in silence she adds, "Might we at least heal Stannis' daughter? There is no reason to put a name to the deed, and it is a cruel thing to suffer the scars of Greyscale."
What do you answer?
[] Agree to let Dany heal Shireen while you recover Rhaella's bones
[] Argue against it
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OOC: Considering how powerful you are, there is no need for plans unless you want to do something big like assassinating Tygett.