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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 295 AC.
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The city of Highgarden was filled with joy due to the number of visitors in the area over the last week. Known for its inherent beauty, with lush gardens and rich farmland surrounding it, the city was in the midst of an extensive festival, attracting large crowds from all kingdoms.
Due to Lord Mace Tyrell's birthday tournament marking four decades of life, a unique occasion, everyone made it a point to grace Highgarden with their presence. The city's economy was bustling at this time, with streets teeming with people—not just nobles looking to make some money, but also bards, knights seeking gold from the jousts, or people trying their luck, be it farmer's sons or minor nobles' sons hoping to stand out and catch the interest of a knight to become their squire.
People came from all over, including some from Dorne, the West, and Stormland, primarily knights aiming to win some gold from the Tyrells. The city greatly benefited from this with a boost in local economic turnover, despite some downsides such as overcrowding, increased theft, and even some murders and more heinous crimes that the city guards had to handle. Overall, it was quite beneficial for most.
After the melee, there were no more games; there was a pause for everyone to enjoy the place. The archery tournament would start in a few days, soon followed by the main event, the joust. People were still talking about the melee and composing new songs about the winner, none other than Mace Tyrell's own son, Garlan Tyrell, who achieved a grand victory.
However, this morning was somewhat different. Although they spent the entire morning celebrating and listening to bards while people shopped here and there, something happened this morning with people arriving in the city, announcing a group of monsters approaching.
This left the people of Highgarden stunned, as the Arctic was not common knowledge to the common folk.
"I swear, I saw four-meter-tall men in armor coming this way. What will our lord do about this?!" These comments began to surface in the city.
Many people hitting the road encountered the Artican group, fleeing immediately upon seeing a dozen giants marching with the group. Those who left the city returned running, and the same could be said for farmers heading to the tournament and encountering them on the road, making them gallop as fast as their horses could to escape the "monsters."
"You're lying," another mocked. "Four-meter-tall men? You're drunk, or something!" Another citizen scoffed upon hearing such a thing in the middle of the crowd.
"You really don't understand. There are many of them coming this way. I'm telling you, someone should do something. We should warn the guards," the man spoke a bit desperately. After all, he had left his farm to meet some friends in the city when he saw the group and sped his horse, quickly reaching the place a few hours before Jon's arrival.
"Sir guard! You have to protect the city!" Someone finally went up to the guards.
"The story of the four-meter-tall men? You're the second with this delusion, get out of here and don't bother us!" The man spoke rudely to the citizen.
"But I swear! You have to warn our lord about this!" The citizen insisted.
"Get out of here before we arrest you!" A third guard spoke, making the one bothering them quickly leave in fear.
"Do you believe this?" One of them said.
"In four-meter-tall men, they're joking with us." another spoke.
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