Post by Daario Naharis on Apr 28, 2015 4:20:22 GMT
I told them I am Daario Naharis..
I always have a choice.
A flag typical of Tyroshi traders seemed to sail above the man known as Daario Naharis' head as he slumbered lightly below deck not minding the yelling of men above him nor the rocking of the waves against the ship as the sailed towards the self proclaimed "Greatest City that Ever was or Will Be" where the prize that he had set his eyes upon waited for the taking and he himself wanted nothing more in his life then it as his heart would flutter a bit at the very mention of it and eagerness caused him to take leave after a battle between the Storm Crows had left him rather bored and he left them in the care of the Second Sons that quickly absorbed them into their ranks while giving his men his word that he would return to shortly after he took care of a few things and would let his group of bastards, sell swords and cutthroats enjoy the spoils that the Second Sons could provide as they traveled towards Meereen.
He had taken a chance and hopped aboard one of his homelands ships that was sailing to his destination, well...that wasn't entirely true in the beginning but after a bit of talking with the Captain of the ship he made sure that the new destination was a good choice for every single man on board and the men soon weighed anchor and headed out. The trip aboard a ship was a boring one and many of nights he simply sharpened his blades and waited to land and it didn't take long before they reached Qarth and he could stretch his legs on land and enjoy the feeling of ground beneath his feet that seemed to have eluded him for a long while, much longer then he had liked.
As he traveled through the city he inquired upon where the prize he seeked resided and whispered into the right ears or tugged hard on ones that seemed to be a tad deaf until the location of Danerys Targaryen was revealed to him and soon his sights were set on the villa to which she had set herself up in. He wanted to meet with the woman herself but the Dothraki outside seemed to pose an obstacle for him and he was sure that after killing them such a woman would not likely want to speak to him and so instead of doing something that he might regret he did the most logical thing, to wait.
Time seemed to flow by as his eyes ran over the guards that had long since spotted him though he didn't much care to make his presence hidden in hopes that he could perhaps draw out someone from the Queen's inner circle to speak to and get granted an audience with her but that was a long shot but as he watched the Dothraki squabble back and forth between one another and nod their heads towards him the man was sure it wouldn't be much longer until their was a fight or they told of the spy watching the Queen's domain.
