Patience…..it has never been my strong suite. Quick is more my speed. Quick thinking, quick action, and yes, even a quick temper. Split second decisions is what saved us when the Redwyne fleet came.
So what am I doing sitting here at the Tavern, cooling my heels? Lady Maera has got the situation in port well in hand. The strangers may not even make it this far…. and that old man spoke something that vaguely sounded like Braavosii. I wonder if any of the others in his party do too.
Does that new Tuttle speak it? He seems well traveled, if a bit if a ruffian.
All the waiting is driving me crazy.
I wonder how things are going with Ser Gareth’s party…