Aegon "Jon Snow" Targaryen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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eastbound2021-11-17 04:41 am
northerndragon) wrote in eastbound2021-11-17 04:41 am
[voice/video] I put my trust in you, a stranger (un: whitewolf)
1. Voice
[A man's deep voice, colored with some urgency.]
My name is Jon Snow. I need the aid of two or three strong fighters, outside the city -- now. One of the Beastmaster's creatures is on me. He isn't alone.
2. Video
[Later, it's a young man, looking hesitant and unsure of where to begin. A curl of his dark hair is falling into his bearded face, and there are fine vertical scars above and below his eyes, as if someone once tried to claw them out. He has just been shown to his rooms after a long, hard journey, and he looks like it.
When he speaks, it's with the same deep voice from earlier in the day, now earnest and weary. The more he speaks, the more sure of himself he sounds, until in the end, it may become clear that he's used to addressing groups of people.]
I am sorry for my hasty messages earlier. The creatures are dead -- they won't trouble you or any of the people of this city.
I'm Jon Snow. I come from the Merchant -- I've been riding in and out of these canyons for most of a fortnight. Never seen anything like Taravast, but it is good to be in numbers again.
I don't expect that it will mean anything to any of you, but I am from the North. One of the Seven Kingdoms, it was.
I need to meet with Wrath and Wen Qing, as soon as either of you can. I am in the Palace of the Doxe.
For the rest -- tell me what I can do here in the city. Tell me what I can do to help our cause.
[A man's deep voice, colored with some urgency.]
My name is Jon Snow. I need the aid of two or three strong fighters, outside the city -- now. One of the Beastmaster's creatures is on me. He isn't alone.
2. Video
[Later, it's a young man, looking hesitant and unsure of where to begin. A curl of his dark hair is falling into his bearded face, and there are fine vertical scars above and below his eyes, as if someone once tried to claw them out. He has just been shown to his rooms after a long, hard journey, and he looks like it.
When he speaks, it's with the same deep voice from earlier in the day, now earnest and weary. The more he speaks, the more sure of himself he sounds, until in the end, it may become clear that he's used to addressing groups of people.]
I am sorry for my hasty messages earlier. The creatures are dead -- they won't trouble you or any of the people of this city.
I'm Jon Snow. I come from the Merchant -- I've been riding in and out of these canyons for most of a fortnight. Never seen anything like Taravast, but it is good to be in numbers again.
I don't expect that it will mean anything to any of you, but I am from the North. One of the Seven Kingdoms, it was.
I need to meet with Wrath and Wen Qing, as soon as either of you can. I am in the Palace of the Doxe.
For the rest -- tell me what I can do here in the city. Tell me what I can do to help our cause.
no subject
Don Bonaccorso’s wing. We can meet here, or somewhere outside of it. The Merchant thought you would have need of what I carry.
no subject
( Wrath already suspects Bonaccorso of being involved in what is happening with Vannozza, in the affliction they have been attempting to find a cure for. He would prefer no one is able to overhear what they speak of, but if Jon has access to Bonaccorso's wing that may prove important to. He was only ever to head into the wing when he used his role as a healer and miracle worker while the man was sick. )
I can meet you on the palace steps, and we can head further into the city away from those who might care enough to overhear and tell the wrong people.
no subject
All right. What I have for you isn’t very big. Should be easy to pass it over without anyone seeing.
[And indeed, there is Jon on the palace steps at whatever time is appointed. He looks weary and a little dusty in the seams of his clothes, as any man who has been riding for ten long days might.]