Flame // Sandor Clegane

Grouch like Clegane

So they sat around the fire eating and drinking and talking Sandor sat alone while Chama watched him from across a small fire.

'You enjoying yourself?' Thoros asked him

'I prefer a chicken.' Sandor told him as Thoros handed him a jug.

'do you want to join us?' thoros questioned, chama watched his face scrunch up in distaste.

'You ought to join us we could use you.' Beric told him

'I tried joining it didn't work out for me.' Sandor informed them

'Clegane, we are all here for a reason,' Chama told him 'the Lord of light has kept Beric alive for a reason he gave a failed drunk priest the power to bring him back... we all have something worth living for, perhaps that's why you found us again?' chama suggested.

'please.' Sandor scuffed 'Lots of terrible shit happens in this world there's no way we are here for something larger than ourselves.' Sandor got up moving to the stream to pee

'Cold winds are rising in the south.' beric told him

'And you are going to go and stop them?' Sandor asked

'We need good men to help us.'

'Last time you saw me you wanted to execute me.' Sandor reminded him

'True enough but the Lord of light gave you the power to defeat me. Why?' beric questioned.

'I beat you because I am better than you Beric,' Sandor told him sitting back down. 'I was better than you before you started yammering about the Lord and I am better than you now.'

'You are probably right, you are a fighter you were born a fighter, you walked away from a fight how did that go? Good and bad young and old the things we are fighting will destroy them all alike you can still help a lot more than you have harmed it is not too late for you.' Beric told him, chama sat hopefully next to beric, it would be nice to have someone new to talk to. even a grouch like Clegane.