Flame // Sandor Clegane

Not a man, a HOUND

When they made it to a tavern Arya and her companions were less than happy about being stuck with the brotherhood without banners but they were feeding them so they tried to keep quiet.

'I never like the skinny ones it's like drinking from a puddle not that I am adverse from drinking from a puddle-' thoros was saying eyeing chama, she was muscled and curved, what did he have to do to get her to want him?

'I don't drink ale.' Arya told him as they poured her a glass

'There is no story that a drink cannot make better.' thoros formed her

'Especially their stories, you really need to be drunk to hear them,' chama agreed

'You see though my battle of sobriety is very tedious...' thoros remarked.

'losing battle.' Chama noted. Hot pies leg was shaking nervously under the table, chama felt him shaking the table. She kicked her leg across keeping his leg still he froze at her touch. 'you alright chubs?' chama questioned he nodded anxiously. Chama left her foot on his leg keeping him still. He was a nervous boy Gendry chuckled seeing hot Pies face blushing as red as chamas hair.

'so how did three children-' thoros went on.

'We are not children.' she told him defensively.

'don't piss off the little lady, Thoros.' Chama warned.

'Fine how did three young persons untrained in the art of war escape from Harrenhall?' thoros corrected.

'Gendry is a Smith and apprentice in the armory.' Arya informed them.

'A Smith you say? Where did you train?' Chama said dropping her foot from Hot pie he watched her nervously but stayed very still. Gendry looked at arya chewing on his bread, swallowing before addressing Chama.

'Kings Landing. Tobo Marchette.' Gendry told them.

'That criminal!' Thor exclaimed, 'he charges twice as much as anyone else in the city.'

'That's because he is twice as good.' Gendry told him

'A Smith and a salesman.' Thoros remarked.

'we should keep him around.' Chama teased. Gendry watched her, it was hard not to look at chama, flaming red hair and the biggest smile, a laugh that echoed and a woman among a heard of men. She stood out.

'Gendry stole us weapons.' arya told Thoros.

'That so?' thoros questioned grinning over at chama.

'a fortress, like Harrenhal... you lot got out with your charms?' chama added,

'not everyone is as charming as you Cha cha.' Thoros reminded her. 'this lot couldn't charm a beggar.'

'He knows how to use a sword and so do I.' arya told them. The men started laughing but Chama knew that a woman was just as dangerous even more dangerous than a man, especially when given the proper motivation. 'my brothers taught me.' Arya went on

'I remember kicking a lot of your asses so I don't know why you're laughing,' chama told them 'I wouldn't wanna go up against her she looks ferocious.' Chama added nodding to arya. Arya stood up pointing her blade out at Thoros but quickly thoros got up knocking her sword from her hands she jumped back.

'To your brothers!' he said picking up his ale again. arya picked up her sword sitting back down.

'it was the thought that counts.' Chama told her. 'bravery, it will save you or get you killed.' Chama warned.

'you can finish your meals before you go it may be a long time before you get another.' Thoros told them, his hand running along chamas thigh she slapped it away, he smirked over at her. she only rolled her eyes taking another sip of her drink. She should have went with Beric.

'You will free us?' arya questioned.

'We gave you our word... Before you go,' Thoros said as they began to stand up wanting to make a quick exit in case they change their minds. 'let me make a quick speech-' but cheering distracted him, another brotherhood group came in cheering, bringing a prisoner along with them. 'that is an uncommonly large person.' Thoros noted. 'how does one succumb such a large man?'

'Gave him ale until he couldnt see straight,' Dale told thoros, they noticed chama she came up to them. 'if we had Chama with us all she would have had to do was batted her pretty little eyes at him. It would have worked like a charm.' chama rolled her pretty little eyes as Dale described them.

'Yeah but with less attitude, right Dale?' thoros told her noticing her passive aggressive stance. 'Our cha cha is a real man eater, good thing she wasn't with you.'

'You would know.' chama teased 'youve been trying and failing to get into my pants for years.' Sandor chuckled under his hood he received a wop to the stomach he grumbled.

'Poor man you have my sympathy.' thoros poked fun at him

'Leave him be thoros.' Chama requested. Pulling the hood from sandors head. 'Oh hello there.' She said sweetly.

'The hound.' Thoros declared. 'Not a man a hound!' thoros exclaimed howling into the tavern 'so good to see you again.' Thoros remarked, sandors arms were bound behind him, yet he stood intimidatingly tall before them.

'Thoros? The fuck you doing here?' Sandors eyes moved to the red head, she looked over his face curiously.

'Drinking and talking too much same as ever... a pretty prize lads.' Thoros noted at sandor. His men agreed.

'Girl.' Sandor called 'what in seven hells are you doing with a stark bitch?' They all look to arya.