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...right. So, I certainly still have this thing, so I suppose I can use it to ask for a bit of advice.

[Kayneth sounds really, really tired, more than a little haggard, and at least a little cold. At least having a fur coat is... kind of helping? Okay, maybe not. He has been eating deer for like five days and he has no idea where he is, and the fact that he is a small carnivore is probably keeping the taste from being a bit rank so there's that, at least...

But really.

The outdoors are awful, and even more so when you are a polecat. How do most mammals tolerate it?]

Let's presume that you were somewhere between Mair and Eaglais, and you began traveling north at a somewhat impaired speed because you were hoping to head for the Station's fairy ring and your horse... well, horses are absolutely terrible creatures, or at least this one was.

[Translation... it may have been spooked during a failed trapping attempt during the hunt for the White Hart. He doesn't want to talk about it, nor does he want to talk about the fact that he is now a polecat.

These two events may be related.]

It's been five days, and you've apparently hit a river bank and there is absolutely no bridge in sight. Are... there any ferries that traverse the River Astar? At all? ...Is anyone even traveling that way? I'd really rather make it the whole way myself, but this is getting positively Sisyphean and I'd really not want to run out of supplies before getting anywhere. I'd take a video, but absolutely everything looks the same here and I have no idea if any of this is remarkable at all.

...wait, is that ---

[...he goes silent for a moment or two.]

...ah, and it's started snowing.

[There's a long, heavy sigh.]

I'm beginning to suspect I'm not terribly fond of the great outdoors, really.

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There should be able to assist you in that, at least. I will need to make it back to a fairy ring myself, soon, I suppose.

[Though after he is a human again.]

Do you have a good idea of where you are? Honestly, if we're in... roughly the same area, I can't say I'd complain about more company.

Not--

--no.

And I'm not exactly at my best, at the moment, if I'll be honest.

...Honestly, neither am I, so perhaps it's best to go it alone for the time being, even if misery tends to prefer company.

[...shit would probably get awkward.]

Most likely. I'm Ser Loras Tyrell--and I would not be adverse to meeting you, sometime...once we are both in better states.

Ah... well, this is admittedly a bit of a sorry first impression, but I'm Lord Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald. I would also be perfectly happy to meet with you under better circumstances, though that may be more or less difficult depending on allegiances.

I am a Seelie, but the Station is said to be neutral ground. I have seen nothing that demands we be mortal enemies, Unseelie or Seelie.

Well, it's more a case of where we'll likely be spending more of our time, but I agree. Short of any personal animosities that arise, it's for the best to keep things strictly to the battlefield.

Which happens occasionally, here. [He's already heard of one battle he would have joined in, had he been here.]

Ah, yes. I was involved in one, and it wasn't too bad. There were a few fights, but there were also few instances where you could really accomplish your goal by just stopping to chat with the enemy, really.

Negotiation isn't truly my strong point.

[knights aren't really taught that. Renly is the talker in the couple.]

Oh, you don't even need to negotiate, really. You just have to be interesting enough to distract them if you're not close enough to their level to be able to kill them outright.

Well I'm certainly interesting enough for that.

Has your life really depended on it yet, though...? Perhaps you should read up on a bit of magic, just in case. That seemed to be the deciding factor in my encounters thus far, though who can say how well that would work for someone else?

[maybe you oughta show 'em a little leg, loras]

I think magic is vile. Used by cowards. [Loras has strong feelings over the stuff that killed his lover.]

[...that sigh Loras hears is the deep, heavy sigh of someone whose opinion of him has plummeted like the stock market after a corporate scandal...]

Just... how long have you been here, exactly...?

... a few weeks.

In my defense, magic killed my King.

Plenty of things have killed kings... but I will admit that if magic is unusual in your world, it's likely going to stand out more than other methods.

Yes, it did. Very much so. So forgive me if I have an aversion.

Well, your loss, I suppose.

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