Tyson

^(Port Wrath, 5th Month of 55 AC)

There had been too little time afforded to enjoy Pentos. A pain, fore he had assumed always that a city of its like would prove particularly appealing to his own peculiarities. What time had been spared had been spent on errands by his rather demanding, half savage cousin. The intensity of these demands such that he had not the stones to deny her. All the more that Tanaquil had been plenty willing to facilitate the dirty work near about all agreed need be done. And in the same mutated mercy Merrick might have himself crafted.

His efforts else had been expended repairing the damage that had been done to the Rotted Knot after it had been commandeered by an inexperienced captain. The hull scraped, nearly scuttled on unforgiving coasts. There had not been wine enough to wash away the bitter taste the whole ordeal had left in his maw. An admirable attempt had none the less been made. And a lucrative encounter with a cheese merchant that had set up stall nearby the water had been a boon that compliment the drink enough that he half forgot the whole ordeal. And before long, the Bears were assembled after a few weeks worth of work and wine set sail their way back to the Stormlands where he might be rid of the three year old his Lord cousin had left behind. That Tanaquil had inconveniently handed to him for raising, which he had about as much enthusiasm as she did in doing so.

Ty happy to see the both of them gone as they came into the harbour of Port Wrath.

It seemed the word he had sent out to be dispersed in their absence during that irksome skip across the sea had been particularly prolific. They had not long been landed by their return before the first adventurers seeking distant shores had trickled in, inquiring of where Tyson might be found. Near about all he was willing to sign aboard. Especially intrigued by the Reavers who had answered the call and the longships they had come aboard, curious to see them in open water. Distant as Yi Ti was said to be and the charts in his supply seemed support he would be glad for their aid he was sure.

Whether they could behave better than the Bears once they reached the far north of Essos was yet to be seen.