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REWRITING
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Sálardauði - Soul Death (Icelandic)
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And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
Mind was running, nose was bleeding
Put my hands up, put my hands up
I told this k...
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"Disappear for a while and return with a blast"
-Fridays
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Jon hops out of the row boat with Davos, Alduin and Sigrid behind him, the female looking at Tyrion.
Alduin keeps his hood up, his face masked in a shadow, his build had changed quite a bit on his journeys, the training with Sigrid changed it even more.
He was more muscled and stronger, he now kept his back straighter, his movements were rough and unpredictable, much like the blonde female next to him.
Jon stands in front of Tyrion who looks up at him, "the bastard of Winterfell", Tyrion greets, "the dwarf of Casterly Rock", Jon greets.
Both males smile and shake hands.
"I believe we last saw each other atop the wall", Tyrion states "you were pissing off the edge if I remember right, picked up some scars along the road", Jon says noticing the scar across the dwarfs face.
Tyrion nods,"it's been a long road but we're both still here", Tyrion looks over the rest of the Stark men.
"I'm Tyrion Lannister", he introduces himself.
"Ser Davos Seaworth", Davos introduces walking forward and shaking Tyrions hand, "ah the Onion Knight, we fought on opposite sides at the Battle of Blackwater Bay, unluckily for me".
Tyrion looks to the two hooded figures standing behind the two males.
The smaller one draws back her hood.
Tyrion instantly smiling at the familiar woman.
"Lannister", she greets.
"Nathair", Tyrion nods.
she sends him a small smile.
"Missandei is the Queen's most trusted advisor", Tyrion states.
The female advisor bows her head with a smile.
"Welcome to Dragonstone, our Queen knows it is a long journey, she appreciates the efforts you have made on her behalf, if you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons", she asks.
Sigrid looks to Alduin who shrugs, she didn't want to hand over her sword.
