CHAPTER 22:

As we neared the city of Quarth, we could see Xaro Xhoan Daxos a member of the thirteen and one of our employers, we could see a number of people following him.

But what caught our eyes are the three mana emanating beasts, sister and I exchange a look and decided to get down and check it out.

We order our Griffins to land in front of them, which greatly scared the group, as screams erupt from them, while some of the man ready their weapon and aimed them at us.

Now that I could look at the groupe, I saw that it was mostly consisted of old people, woman and children with a small number of strong men.

"Please!! Calm down they are our allies!! They don't mean us any harm!!" Xaro shout calming the group, as some of the children looked at us and our Griffins with stars in their eyes.

"if we wanted to kill you we would have done so already!!" shouted sister as she got down from Lightdawn, "Don't be mean sister. They are probably not used to seing greatness itself." I said as I jumped off Brightnight.

"Soo what brings you here Pyat, Xaro??" I asked keeping a cold look on my face, "We are helping a friend get into Qarth." he said before saying, "Did you kill the Wormmangers??" in an attempt to change the subject.

Right after he finished his sentence sister remarked "Do you think we would be standing here if we didn't? We killed all the Wormmangers that were around!!" sister was always hot headed and now is no change.

"What she said is true, we killed 26 large size wormmanger and 37 medium size." I said with a poker face.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from the Magnes's Hellryder and Delusion!! Your money will be ready this afternoon!!" Pyat said, as soon as our nicknames reached some of the men on the group started sweating cold water.

"You must feel stupid right now!!" Sister mocked, "You think you are so great because of your witchcraft, you witch!! I bet you can't even hold a sword!!" a braid bearded man shouted.

"How about a brawl, or are you chicken." sister said in a cold way, if there is anything that we dislike the most it's to get called a witch, and soon this man will learn not to mess with us.

"Sure!! If I win you become my slave!! If you win I become yours!!" He shouted, sister took a moment to think before she said, "If I win you shave your hair. All your hair including your pubic hair.".

"Fine by me!!" as soon as those words left his mouth, I realized... this guy is an idiot. The crowd made a ring around them, as sister was on the right standing calmly, the man on the left side was boasting to his friends about his fantasies.

I could see from the cornor of my eyes a tall man swarthy and hairy, he is black-bearded and balding on the top, he seems strong and fit, whispering to a young woman she has violet eyes, pale skin and short pale silver-gold hair, she is slender of frame, with small breasts.

As the referee ordered for the match to begin, the man dashed towards sister thinking that this was an easy win.

Sister stood there unmoved, as the man was about to attack with his right hand, sister grabbed his left hand and swooped his legs from under him.

Once he hit the ground he was at the mercy of sister's punches, Fortunately he lifted his right hand on time to defend himself from the onslaught of punches.

I see who I know assume is Daenerys having a heated argument with Jorah Mormont in Westerosie, before heading over here. She remained silent and kept staring at me, as I kept watching the uneven match.

Deciding that I had enough of her stare I started the conversation, "Do you need something??" I inquired, "Have we meet before??" she asked in high Valyrian.

"Yes we have, twice actually." I answered her in high Valeryan, "We did!" she asked slightly alarmed, "Yes we did. We were six years old at Braavos." I stated.

"My condolences for the death of your husband and brother." I bowed slightly, she tried her best to control her tears, as they threatened to run down her face as she responded with a nod and a thank you.

After a while I asked "Are you still interested in taking the iron throne?", she calmed herself down and said firmly "I will take back what is mine!! The iron throne belong to the Targaryens, not the Baratheons!!".

"Do you have what to back you up??" I asked, "The people will raise for their true queen!! And three dragons that I hatched myself!!" she shouted, which got the attention of a few people, seeing no danger and not understanding the language they refocused on the one sided duel.

"Good to hear." I calmly stated trying not to raise an eyebrow at what she said, before adding "We will meet again." I turned around and headed to the ring.

"Sister let's go!" I said, as the dothraki rider seemed to have lost consciousness, as his arms fell to the ground giving us a clear look of his face.

His eyes were blue and swollen shut, his face was red with bruises, his nose was broken and his tooths shattered, there was blood all over him and around him.

As we were heading towards Xaro, the man stood up and shouted, "You are worthy of...!!" Before collapsing into the ground, sister looked at him then at his friends "Don't forget to shave all his hair!".

When we reached Xaro I said "We will take the money from the pureborn, at the palace." I mounted Brightnight and sister Lightdawn.

As we were soaring I heard sister ask "Where does actuall dragons??", "I couldn't get a clear look!! But Daenerys Targaryen said that she hatched them herself!!" I shouted back so that my voice could reach her, "Really!!" sister said "Yes!! Let's talk when we get down!!" I shouted.

Once we reached the gates and got down near it, Brightnight and Lightdawn left to hunt while sister asked "Are we still going to help her??", "If she doesn't go back on our deal. With the death of Eddard Stark, the chance of the north joining our cause are sky high."

"Dorn will join us, since they want revenge for Elya Martell and her children, which leave house Tyrell we can give them a high position like hand of the king." I said, as we passed through the arched gates of the east gate.

As we were marching inside the city, camel orned with all sorts of jewellery were all around, roden by men with the whitest skin I have ever seen. Along those men were woman, whom were wearing a silky robe with one of their breasts shown.

I never had problems with tradition; however, I really hate this tradition, since you shouldn't see a woman's body untill you are married.