Harbor

[Leman Harlaw]

White Harbor wasn't the strength of the north. It was it's purse, true enough, but the northman had never been ones to care about gold, their bet was usually on pride. But Leman was silent on that for now, glad that he at least was seeing some sense. He had a thought "How old are you?"

[Iron King Vickon Greyjoy]

Vickon turned to the grizzled Ironborn that stood tall beside him. "16. Should be 17 soon I would suspect. I tend to lose track. Why?"

[Leman Harlaw]

Leman shrugged, placing both his hands on the rail "You don't have a ship, do you? You've only served on one before?"

[Iron King Vickon Greyjoy]

Vickon nodded. "Although I'm more than capable of commanding one, my father refuses me sole command. I've travelled second-in-command on many different ships with many different captains."

[Leman Harlaw]

"Really? Anyone I would know?" Leman grinned, anxious at the chance for any news from the iron islands.

[Iron King Vickon Greyjoy]

Vickon shrugged. "I sailed with Volmark for a while when I was 13. Got my first kill sailing with him. After that was a Stonehouse. But he tried to kiss me one night so I left not long after that. After that was a Kenning, Sparr and oh! I travelled with Urron Saltcliffe for a few months. He tried showing me how to fight with two axes at once but I just walked away with scars."

[Leman Harlaw]

He smiled at Stonehouse, but didn't recognize the rest. He'd been gone for so long it seemed, everything had changed. It really wasn't his world anymore. And that convinced him more than anything else, for it was Vickon's world, plain as the salt in the sea.

Level brown eyes met the fierce, young grey "I'll get you your ship. We'll build it, with your sweat, your blood, your tears. It will be yours, and after you take it we'll find a better name than Pyke for you. You're ambitious. I like it. This is your time now " Leman felt so old right then but also right, after all he had seen and done. Ten long years at sea...

[Iron King Vickon Greyjoy]

Vickon thought many thoughts but could conjure no words from them. "I..." He swallowed. "My thanks Captain Harlaw. I shan't forget this favour." He turned back towards White Harbour, the storm was getting closer now. "I swear one day we shall see this blasted city burn to the ground."

[Leman Harlaw]

Leman laughed "Why do you despise this place so much? The air is clean here, and they are a sea people, much like us. Plenty of places need burning more so than this white city. The Reach, the Rock, take your pick.

[Iron King Vickon Greyjoy]

"I suppose. I would just be glad to see anyone burn that isn't one of us. When Westeros is engulfed in war, that is when we Ironborn prosper. Not peace." He spat over the railing into the swelling sea.

[Leman Harlaw]

The two men stood long on the deck talking, as the ironborn returned from their drinking and whoring and little Briet climbed up soaking from her swim. She claimed to have seen a merman, and the men nodded seriously and gathered around to hear her story.

Leman orders some of them up and about, preparing to set sail. The Grey Horse leaves the White Harbor, passing into the mist and fog of twilight.

[Leman Harlaw]

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A small fishing skiff sails into the outer harbor, and a cloaked figure descends from it escorted by four men. They purchase horses and head north, to the seat of the north Winterfell.