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WHO: Jon Snow
WHEN: The first few days of the month
WHAT: Arrival and settling in
WHERE: Around Gazin
WARNINGS: Just blood for now but it's Game of Thrones, who knows what might come up

[Arrival]

This wasn't exactly what Jon had meant when he wished that he could be somewhere else -- he hadn't enjoyed being in the middle of a battle against a seemingly endless army of the dead, but he knew that he had to be. All of Westeros was depending on the outcome.

It had been a throwaway thought in the face of impossible odds, and then here he was, staring at a sign labeled "Gazin." He has never heard of such a place, but then, he's never been outside of Westeros. There must be a lot of places he's never heard of.

What a sight he must make -- sword drawn, his face and armor covered in dirt and sweat and even some blood. His immediate vicinity is deserted. There's no one to give him any answers, or any other indication of where he is or how he got here. There's only one thing for it. He sheathes his sword and heads in the direction indicated by the sign, in search of someone who can provide some answers. Or a stream to wash off the grime. He's not picky.

[Around town]

He's been here long enough to have discovered that in many ways, this place is similar to Westeros. Similar enough that it hadn't taken him long to get used to the place, anyway. He has also discovered that living as far North as he did in Westeros, he had missed out on things, like markets and taverns. Even the life he would have had without Robert Baratheon's meddling wouldn't have been of those sorts of things -- it would have been sheltered for different reasons. But here, freed from all of that, he can live the life he truly wants to live. Whatever that life is.

Right now he's enjoying that freedom and lack of responsibility by wandering through the town, going wherever his feet take him, before ending up in the tavern at the end of the day with a pint of mead. He's not relaxed enough however to go around unarmed; he's got a sword at his hip and a knife tucked into his belt.

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The crowd in the tavern always made her feel a bit uncomfortable, overwhelmed by the masses and noise. Still, there was nowhere better to eat and she enjoyed the meat enough that she would brave the room. But the eyes always made her shift uncomfortably in her seat, ducking her head so her hair could cover her face.

She wished that she were armed as well, like the man next to her. The dagger was practical, but the sword was quite beautiful, the white wolf making her think of the beasts she had sensed in the forests nearby. "Did you bring those blades with your did you purchase one?"

It's not that he thinks anyone in this crowd is going to threaten him. It's just that he feels more comfortable knowing that he's got weapons at hand if he needs them, which had been basically a necessity in Westeros. Especially in the midst of a war that he somehow found himself caught up in even when he hadn't wanted to be.

"They arrived with me." Which is a fact he's eternally grateful for.

It seemed then that whatever brought them to this world had the ability to carry objects through the jumps as well. She would think it was considerate, if it was intentional. So far, there was no sign of a host or group that could provide answers and greet them. Instead, they were left to figure things on their own. It almost made her wish she had something of her own to be with her in this realm, but there was nothing, only her clothes.

"The sword is beautiful. I didn't know that weapons could be embellished like that."

He pulls partially out its sheath so she can look more closely at the hilt. "I don't know if blacksmiths could anymore. The blade is made of steel it's impossible to forge anymore." Neither of which is surprising, considering it's an ancestral weapon and has therefore been around for hundreds of years. That's how it has survived for so long.

She leaned closer so that she could get a better look, reaching over to touch the wolf's head if he let her. White with red eyes. She had never seen a creature before with that color. Lizards could adapt, especially in the mountains, but never a wolf or beast. It was beautiful, the color of its eyes more beautiful than anything she had never owned.

"You're lucky that it came with you. Something from home and something you might need in time. I guess I'll have to rely on what they have here, when I can afford it."

The white wolf with red eyes reminds him of Ghost, and he wonders if he'll ever see the direwolf again. He hopes so, but also knows that Ghost's chances of survival north of the Wall, with all its dangers, are slim.

"Something like a sword, or do you mean something else?"

"Something like that. I don't know how to wield one, but I need some form of protection." It seemed like her abilities had been dampened, much to her relief. It meant though that she couldn't rely on them to heal her or protect her from outside attacks. She needed steel and it needed to be sharp.

"I saw a blacksmith that was offering blades, but not as nice as this."

"Blades like this are difficult to come by." In Westeros, at least. He doesn't know what sort of blades might be available here. "Until you know how to use one, you might want something more like this." He reaches into his belt and pulls out the knife tucked there, which he places on the table.

"It's smaller, easier to wield, and just as effective at stabbing." He's got personal experience to back that statement up, too.

She lifts the knife, testing the weight in her hand. She had managed something like this once or twice before, but she was in a different form then, far from herself. Now, it didn't seem like such an ordeal to handle the blade, even if she doesn't know what she's doing with it.

"You still need to learn how to protect yourself, even if the blade is small and durable." That just went without saying. "I guess any form of protection is better than nothing, even if you don't know what you're doing."

"You could find someone to show you how to use it. It would be less involved than learning how to use a sword." And then she'd be able to protect herself until she learned how to use a sword, if she wanted to do that too.

"I could, though I take it they will want to be paid?" That was how this worked right? She would have to trade for the commodity and knowledge. "Unless you offered to teach me? You seem to know your way around a blade."

"I do." One of the advantages of his childhood. He might have been a bastard, but he was raised in one of the great Houses and given the same instruction as the trueborn children. "I would be glad to teach you."

"Thank you," she offered out his dagger to him. She would have to find one of her own, but first she needed to find a way to earn money. Bartering and trade didn't seem to be the way here. "It will be needed here, I think."

"You're welcome." He takes the knife and returns it to its spot safely tucked into his belt. "It's best to be prepared, whether it's a necessary skill here or not." He knows this place isn't Westeros, but he's not ready to get rid of his caution yet. They know nothing about this place, or who's in charge of it.

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