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Oros was leaning over the side of the old Valyrian ship that he had managed to recruit on the port of Lys to take him to the peninsula.

Progress had been slow because of their cargo, the dragon Vaenyx was laying in the cargo bay of the ship.

Oros set him free for most of the day to fly around and hunt but the dragon needed to sleep on the ship.

"How long has it been since you've left?" The Norvosi, Trego, asked.

"5 years." Oros replied. "I left home at 17."

"A young lad." Trego muttered. He grazed his black beard. As a former bearded priest, Trego greatly valued his beard.

"I would've thought you'd never return to your family." Zoknal said. He knew Oros the longest. They met in Bhorash some 4 years ago.

"Neither did I, but my father sure seems desperate." He said. Oros pulled out the piece of paper that he had stumbled upon in Lys. A wanted poster of himself, asking for his captured alive and unharmed to be brought back to the city of Oros. "To think he'd award a golden dragon egg to any schmuck that brings me home."

"I could use a dragon egg." Trego joked. "I hear that they are as hard as stone before hatching. I could use it to sharpen by axe." He chuckled to himself, before taking a swig of the rum that he brought out from his pack.

Oros grinned. He quite enjoyed the Norvosi's company. The two had met in Astapor 2 years ago, where the ex-priest was fighting in the pits. Oros was amused by his boastful fighting and decided to challenge him. He managed to win, but only because Trego had been fighting drunk the whole time. After their fight he treated the priest to some rum and the two became fast friends.

"If you show up to Oros so drunk you can barely stand, the Lord will not hesitate to throw you off the side of the mountain." Zoknal pointed out.

He was always the straight man out of the three, but he was the most reliable. Oros had saved his life in Bhorash and earned his eternal friendship. Since then he has always been by Oros' side, through thick and thin.

"If I fall I'm sure that Oros would catch me on the back of Vaenyx. It's happened before!" He laughed his ass off at his own expense.

Oros turned back out to sea, looking to the east where the peninsula of Valyria was just rising up from the horizon. He dreaded going back home, but he didn't want to go through the hassle of having to evade mercenaries and bounty hunters for the rest of his days. I just need to convince father to revoke this bounty, how hard can it be?