@LadyWildling some Wildling bird just this morning’. Apparently they’re worrying about the ‘illness’ spreadin’. There might still be ships from White Harbour, though dock security’s tight.” He sneered at the tattooed Qohorik. “No way they’d let /you/ on...”*
@LadyWildling Yet now, all had changed. Now, when dead men walked the lands of the living, Cotho had one destination in mind.*
No. Essos.
*The black-garbed guard scoffed. “Essos? You’d be lucky t’get there. Flights are grounded in an’ out of Westeros. Why, we ‘ad to confiscate a plane off -
@LadyWildling *Cotho frowned, grunting slightly and looked away. He had no intention of reaching this River Run. His destination had been clear from the moment he stepped foot on the plane in Braavos: Harrenhal. The new home of the Brave Companions, and of their leader, Vargo Hoat. /Cousin/.-
@LadyWildling were unusually scant, and appeared disinterested in their new arrivals. Thin looking men clad in black were scattered sparsely along the -
@LadyWildling arseholes at Castle Black had never once failed to stop him as he passed through customs. A foreigner in these parts, particularly one who-
@LadyWildling into darkness as they found themselves in a dark, poorly lit tunnel. Reaching for his bag, Cotho rifled through to find his papers. The -