Chapter 41.5- The Seadragon's Roar

I waited for the bread and salt, thinking things through as I did so. Was he the thief? Probably. But I had no proof or evidence, and beyond that, I wasn’t sure enough to push on regardless. Would I torture a man for my suspicions? Possibly, but not one sworn to me and having advanced so high as to become a captain. I was keen on giving my people some rights and having a better setup than the average Westerosi Lord. It was part of my plan of luring more and more of the smallfolk over from there. So torturing a possibly innocent man with no evidence was probably going to run counter to my goals.

But once I got a hold of those papers though, and got to speak to a few people at the mine, I was going to get to the bottom of things one way or the other. The numbers would never lie, and the people here were not so good at numbers as to be able to fake it while keeping things believable. These were sailors and former slaves in the end. Parvella was a rare find. For the most part, the Triarchy were more than comfortable keeping their slaves as ill-educated as possible.

When the bread and salt arrived, I took a healthy helping and waited for Ben to do the same before she stepped after them walking into the tower. I looked along the exterior as I did so. I had been there when he tower was but.t so there was nothing particularly surprising about it. It was a relatively unsocial thing, the tower itself. It’s main notable factor being its height. It stretched up into the sky so it could both be seen from far away—and thanks to the new binoculars being produce, see far away.

The inside of the tower was sparsely decorated. There was a courtyard that made up the ground floor with an opening up to the top that allowed the sun’s rays reach the bottom. To either side were stairs that led to the few rooms the place had on the way to the top. I walked into he courtyard heading towards the stairs when I heard the sound of unsheathing steel. Ben was already practically throwing me forwards to avoid whatever was brewing behind me. I heard the sound of steel clashing and turned around to see my own men surrounding Ben as he and Stevron exchanged blows.

“What is the meaning of this?” I screamed at the top of my voice. Neither man answered me as they kept up their duel.

“Ben. Withdraw”I ordered in he sharpest tone I could And to his credit, he stepped back, avoiding Stevron’s next slash and stepping back to me.

“Now I will know the meaning of this” I said, turning to the men who had their swords out.