Chapter Five: We Meet Again~~~On the shore 3rd person POV
The next morning.
Crouching by the shore, Jorah subtly covers the patch of greyscale on his wrist before looking across the sea.
"So, those villages we were supposed to find? We can't live on berries and roots." Tyrion says from his spot on Jorah's right."I can." Jorah responds, then stands to walk over to Tyrion.
"You're not hungry?" Tyrion asks irritated.
"Of course I'm hungry." Jorah responds while closing the short distance between him and Tyrion.
"You're an awful travelling companion, do you know that? Possibly the least charming man I've ever met."
"I'm not your travelling companion." Jorah argues."We are travelling together in each other's company, therefore..." but Tyrion is cut off by Jorah "Do you ever shut up?"
"I sailed from King's Landing to Pentos in a crate without ever saying a word." The shorter of the two says in an irritated tone."Why?"
"It never occurred to you to ask why until now? You never wondered why Tyrion Lannister decided to visit a brothel in Volantis?"
"I'm sure you visited many brothels in many cities." The Mormont man says finally sitting down next to him.
"I killed my father. He wanted to execute me for a crime I didn't commit. And he was fucking the woman I loved." Tyrion responds sadly, looking over at Jorah.
They both take a moment to say anything else, Jorah in shock of what he just heard. The Old Lion was finally dead."As miserable as you are, Mormont, at least your father was a good man." Tyrion says while Jorah stands again, moving to his left.
"What do you know about my father?"
"I met him. I visited the Wall. When I asked him about his men, he knew all their stories, every one of them. He actually cared about the people under his command. How do they put it in the Watch? "We shall never see his like again."
After Tyrion says this, a look of anguish crosses Jorah's face in realization that his father is dead. Tyrion looks over at Jorah. Seeing his reaction to the words he quickly states "Oh, you didn't know. I'm sorry. I am." He turns his head to look at the sand.
"How?" Jorah asks.
"I only know what I heard."
"How?" Jorah asks again, his tone harsher.
"He was leading an expedition beyond the Wall. There was a mutiny. He was murdered by his own men."
Disbelief covers Jorah's face while he stares on for a moment, then nods his head in acceptance. In a slight daze he says "We better keep moving." before turning around and walking off. Tyrion gets up and follows him.~~~Later that day in the hills
Walking through the grassy hills the two men converse about the Jorah's Queen.
"Why Daenerys? Why is she worth all this? As I recall, the Mormonts fought against the Targaryens during Robert's Rebellion.""Do you believe in anything?"Jorah says.
"I believe in lots of things."
"In something greater than ourselves, I mean. The gods, destiny. Do you believe there's a plan for this world?"
Tyrion responds with a simple "No."Jorah stoops walking and turns to Tyrion before stating "Neither did I. I was a cynic just like you. Then I saw a girl step into a great fire with three stone eggs. When the fire burned out, I thought I'd find her blackened bones. Instead, I saw her, Daenerys, alive and unhurt, holding her baby dragons. Have you ever heard baby dragons singing?"
"No."
"It's hard to be a cynic after that." Jorah turns back around and keeps walking. Tyrion again follows him, but not before saying "Doesn't mean she's going to be a great queen."
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