Seven Dreams One Kingdom

21-Arya

No one was hungry, baking pies and not being able to eat them had that effect on a person, not that she fancied the fillings, and to be fair, the pastry didn't look particularly good either. She'd need to work on that for next time, if there were a next time. The smell of baking bread coming from the inn was even more enticing, too enticing, journey be damned, she was going to stop for food. It was probably a good idea to see what she'd missed, inn's were a good place for gossip, after all, to do what she wanted to do, she needed to know what was happening in Westeros. Inside, the inn was full, trying to filter out conversations would be tricky, she looked around for a spare table and found one, which was next to a table with two burlesque looking men talking, eating and drinking, perfect for No One, or so she hoped, so she listened.

"They say her dragons are bigger than Aegon's." No One had heard rumours of a Dragon Queen to the East, had she landed in Westeros?

"Aegon doesn't have any dragons." No Once frowned, who was Aegon?

"Not that Aegon you dickhead, Aegon the Conqueror."

"Horse shit. Cersei is just trying to frighten us."

"If it's true, if she lays siege to King's Landing prices will triple." No One suspected the men were merchants.

"Aegon seems like a decent bloke, maybe he can steal her dragons. I doubt he'd do anything with them." It sounded like there was another Targaryen in the mix, except one that might not be mad enough to use the dragons to destroy Westeros, although she doubted that. Would that mean another name to add to Arry Stark's list? Daenerys Targaryen, she kept that in the back of her mind.

"Mayhaps he would melt this fucking snow." she listened further, clearly there were worries among the smallfolk about prices, possibly starvation. Despite never experiencing winter in her living memory, she'd heard tell winter was hard. The timing of the Dragon Queen couldn't have been worse.

"As long as we get back there before the prices start going up."

"One more round. It's a long ride."

No One was slightly distracted when footsteps approaches No One's table.

"Arry!" the familiar round face of a someone Arry knew from long ago stared at her. Hot Pie was his name, and he was carrying a tray of food and ale with a huge grin on his face.

Maybe would be able to help fill in the blanks, best the No Once becomes Arry. "Hello, Hot Pie. Sit down." she said; he sat opposite her. "Who's that for?" she asked reaching over and grabbing a pie from the tray and hungrily started eating it. "Mmm. This is good." she nodded. If he'd made this, then Hot Pie was living up to his name.

"You think so? The secret is browning the butter before making the dough. Most people don't don't do that because it takes up too much time." he told her.

"I didn't do that." she thought, taking note for next time.

"You've been making pies?" Hot Pie asked.

"One or two." Arry nodded, although she doubted Hot Pie would approve of using the Frey brothers as a filling.

"I can't believe you're here. Did you meet the big lady?" Hot Pie asked.

"Big lady?" Arry frowned.

"The lady knight. I figured she was a knight because she had armour on. She was looking for your sister but I told her about you. Did she ever find you?" typical Hot Pie, he still thought any person wearing armour was a knight. However, she knew who he meant, a long time ago Arya Stark had encountered a large woman, dressed in armour. She'd fought the Hound and won.