"I think that we should send in Melira." Julan spoke as he gestured for the beer wench to bring him another mug of ale, his fifth one of the night. Melira rolled her eyes and went back to carving another cyvasse piece, the dragon. She had seen the dragons fly over Duskendale from the princess' home on Dragonstone. There were five of them, she could never make out any particular details but she found them fascinating.
"I will not be partaking in this idiotic plan. I would like to not be burned alive if I'm caught." Melira retorted, she was never fond of the plans that Julan came up with when he was incapacitated. They were mostly impossible to actually accomplish and were always life threatening.
"Why did you not think to ask me?" Horen asked as he sat at the table right next to her. As he sat he pushed her aside, closer to the edge of the seat. She scoffed at him and shoved him sideways. Horen glared at her and tried to stab her hand with his fork. Melira grabbed his hand before the fork even touched the table and twisted it backwards, Horen dropped the fork and whimpered in pain. The smile on her face was wide as he begged her to let him go.
"Apologize." She whispered, twisting his hand further to the side. Horen let out a hiss and tried to get out of Melira's grasp. Though he was squirming around on the seat Melira kept her hold tight. Horen needed to learn to be mindful of his surroundings, though it was obvious that he had pushed her aside on purpose. The two barely tolerated each other.
"Fuck you." Horen hissed out, now trying to claw his hand out with his free one. Melira scoffed and reached for the dagger on her belt. She would never actually hurt him beyond this, but it was nice to see the fear in his eyes as he would eventually apologize to her.
"That's enough Melira." Arynno said, he was not fond of when she would torture his bastard. She shoved his hand away from her; Horen always got on her nerves. He thought he was the best one of them, however it had been her who had to save his ass when he got thrown in the dungeons during his last job. Horen looked at her smugly as he began to scarf down his food. It was disgusting, he should be made to eat with the pigs, she thought. How Arynno put up with his bastard was a mystery to Melira. The two were such opposites that it would be easier to believe that Horen was Julan's bastard. Though, she would never question the word of Arynno. He was the one who had rescued her from off the streets of Pentos ten years ago. She never knew the reason he had picked her up, but she would always be in debt to him for it.
The group had just returned to Duskendale from Braavos. Their ship was in desperate need of repairs which was why they were in The Pearl planning their next job. Several months ago they were hired by a man from Casterly Rock, most likely someone who worked for the Lannisters, to retrieve an important deed that their master had lost in a drunken bet to the son of the Braavosi Sealord. It job had not been as easy as they thought, apparently this particular deed had significant importance to the Braavosi man and they had spent several hours on the run from the Sealord's fleet. Duskendale was where they had planned to meet with the man to exchange the deed for their payment; when he had arrived several days prior, Arynno had berated the man and forced him to pay for the repairs to their ship, Storm Rider. Melira had been told that when Arynno first purchased his ship after the war in the Stepstones he had been chased down by five other men who had wanted to ship. Each captain had chased Arynno into storms and no ship but he survived the endless storms that had plagued the Narrow Sea for three months. So here they sat, trying to figure out where the winds would take them next, so to speak.
"Julan, I think you're had enough ale for the night." Instead of the beer wench, Bailin had returned to their table with Julan's mug in hand. Julan let out a tut of annoyance, Bailin had always been the virtuous one of the group. He had once been a septon in training, however Melira knew no more than that when it came to Bailin's past. He always wore a stoic look upon his face and still wore his seven pointed star necklace from his septon days. Melira never dared ask him about it, she never dared ask any of them about their pasts. Julan believed that what was in one's past should be forgotten based on who they are at the current time, however he was quite drunk when he said that. The idea had stuck with her though, thinking about the past only caused frustration and pain for her anyways.
