<Next day, Morning, House of the Undying, Qarth, The Red Waste, Essos...>
Daenerys, Ser Jorah and one of her Bloodriders, Kovarro, walked up the steps towards a sand-colored circular tower; The House of the Undying.
"A house of ghosts, Khaleesi. It is known." Kovarro warned in Dothraki.
The trio stopped before the tower, before Kovarro fidgeted nervously as he asked, "Where are the guards?"
"No guards. The warlocks kill with sorcery, not steel." Ser Jorah answered grimly as he surveyed the tower, trying to find any possible threat or sign that the warlocks were watching.
"Let them try." Daenerys challenged confidently before she walked towards the tower with haste.
Entering a circular courtyard, the trio were confused to find that there was no entrance into the tower, being met with narrow windows that were evenly spaced at the foot of the tower.
"Is this a riddle?" Daenerys asked in exasperation, once more speaking the Common Tongue.
Drawing a sharp breath, the Mother of Dragons marched onto the courtyard, going around the tower in her quest to find a way inside.
Ser Jorah, ever-loyal (and constantly friend-zoned), signaled for Kovarro to stay put whilst he followed after his Khaleesi.
However, the plate of iron and steel slowed Jorah down somewhat, and the Mormont knight found his Queen walking faster and faster until she was nearly out of his sight.
Jorah followed onwards... until he found himself looking at Kovarro's back.
The Dothraki bloodrider looked back at the Westerosi knight before making his way to him, even as Jorah turned around with wide eyes, surprised that he had walked full-circle... and shocked at the disappearance of his Khaleesi.
Looking up towards the tower, Jorah yelled out, "Khaleesi! Khaleesi!"
<Same time, Corridor, The House of the Undying, Qarth, The Red Waste, Essos...>
"Khaleesi!"
Daenerys could hear Jorah's calls for her, even as she took a torch for herself to survey her new surroundings.
She hadn't exactly expected to be kidnapped into the tower, after all.
Turning around, she found that there was on way out... and her temper was starting to get the better of her once more.
"Are you trying to frighten me with magic tricks? You want me? Here I am. Are you afraid of a little girl?" Daenerys called out in a defiant challenge.
But she fell silent when she heard the calls of her children.
Turning to the noise, the Mother of Dragons was swift to go after children...
<Same time, Miles from Harrenhal, The Riverlands...>
Wildlife chirped as a trio of youngsters continued their march, each step taking them further and further from the oppressive form of Harrenhal in the distance.
But that was when they noticed a familiar figure donning Lannister armor standing high above a ridge looking down upon them.
"How did he find us?" Hot Pie asked in shock.
Arya signaled for her friends to wait as she walked on faster, noticing idly that Jaqen was no longer atop the ridge as he was before.
Just when she had lost hope and turned around though, she was surprised to find Jaqen H'ghar already waiting behind her.
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