Skyrim System In Westeros

After a thorough cleaning and a good night's sleep, Wright arrived at the Iron Bank the next morning. Today, the first shipment of gold was set to be loaded onto the ships, and Wright, curious as ever, wanted to see what such a massive pile of gold looked like in person.

Dressed in black robes, an Iron Bank staff member led Wright to the Purple Harbor, where a large number of hired soldiers patrolled the area.

"Lord Baratheon, have you heard about the Many-Faced God assassin last night?"

Wright feigned surprise. "No, what happened?"

"Last night at the Moon Pool, an assassin from the House of Black and White failed in his attempt to kill his target and was killed on the spot."

"Is that unusual? Even assassins can't guarantee success every time."

"They were all masked, so no one knows who defeated the assassin. However, the House of Black and White represents the pinnacle of Braavosi assassins. His failure tarnishes their reputation. It'll be bad for their business, and many of them might turn to piracy instead."

Wright smirked, catching on. "So many brave and ruthless men — what a waste if they don't become pirates!"

The man in black chuckled. "Lord Baratheon, if they turn to piracy, it increases the risks for Iron Bank transports. We'd have to hire more soldiers — or perhaps assassins directly."

Wright placed his hand on the hilt of Dark Sister. "The contract clearly states that until the gold reaches Storm's End, its safety is the Iron Bank's responsibility. If I find out that you're asking me for so much as a single iron coin again, I'll cut your head off on the spot."

With that, Wright ignored him and prepared to wander the city.

"Looks like the events inside the House of Black and White haven't spread yet. Given the servants' discretion, it's unlikely they'd talk about it. That gives me a few days to look for the Targaryens in the city."

The information Varys, the Spider, had given Wright in Myr suggested two Targaryens were in Braavos. However, the journey from Myr to Braavos had taken nearly a month due to unfavorable winds, and there was a chance they had already left.

Still, Wright wasn't ready to give up. Based on what he knew of Daenerys Targaryen from the Game of Thrones series, she should exhibit a magical aura. Wright's current magic detection range was roughly 200 meters, slightly less in noisy environments.

With that in mind, Wright held Nymeria and Tyene's hands as the three of them wandered through every street of Braavos.

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As they passed a tavern, a group of over ten drunken men stumbled out.

The drunks, walking in pairs or trios, staggered past Wright's group. One of them reached out to grope Tyene but was swiftly intercepted by Nymeria, who kicked him to the ground.

Seeing their companion assaulted, the drunkards didn't bother asking questions. They all charged at Wright, Nymeria, and Tyene.

A street fight quickly drew a crowd of onlookers, who eagerly cheered them on.

Wright was already in a foul mood after yesterday's assassination attempt, and now his wife had been harassed. He didn't hold back against the drunken men. While Nymeria's strikes left her opponents lying on the ground, Wright ensured broken limbs for anyone he struck.

The pain sobered the drunkards somewhat. Someone among them called out, and they all drew longswords from their waists, ready to surround Wright's group.

"Not rapiers. Definitely not locals," Wright remarked.

A fistfight was one thing, but the moment swords were drawn, it signaled a formal duel in Braavos. One side had to die. Wright, familiar with Braavosi customs, didn't want to waste time. He unsheathed Dark Sister without hesitation.

"Nymeria, protect Tyene," he commanded before charging into the group of drunks.

The onlookers grew even more excited, whistling and shouting as they watched the duel unfold. The commotion drew even more spectators. From the crowd, severed limbs and heads began flying out one after another.

Still fuming over yesterday's assassination attempt, Wright used the fight to vent his frustrations. The drunks, unarmored and poorly equipped, were no match for him. In no time, their dismembered bodies lay scattered on the ground.

When the city officials arrived, Wright tossed them a gold coin before pulling Nymeria and Tyene away to continue their search.

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Inside the Palace Of Truth, the Sealord convened with a few others.

Illyrio Mopatis, the Magister of Pentos, remarked, "The city is abuzz today with talk of the failed assassination by the House of Black and White. We all know it was Wright."

Prince Oberyn Martell leaned back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head, and said casually, "That proves Wright's personal strength has grown beyond what an assassin can handle."

Ronald Connington added, "Even back in Westeros, I heard tales of the House of Black and White's assassins wielding some magic. Yet they still failed?"

Oberyn turned to Ronald and asked, "You've been away from Westeros for over a decade. Do you really think Wright's appointment as the realm's Archmage was just a token title from his brother, Robert?"

"Varys's intelligence didn't include anything about that," said the Golden Company's Captain-general, Ser Myles "Blackheart" Toyne, pulling out a folded piece of parchment and tossing it onto the table.

The Sealord Ferrego picked it up, skimmed it, and read out the key points: "Wright Baratheon: skilled in combat, magical rumors unverified, dislikes horse manure. What is this? This is useless drivel! Any one of us here could fit that description!"

Oberyn grinned. "Well, I do have a fondness for horses."

Ronald Connington remarked, "At this point, only a well-organized military force can take Wright down."

Ser Myles Toyne leaned forward, addressing the Sealord, "Your Grace, if you grant the Golden Company permission to engage in the city, I'll personally deliver Wright Baratheon's head to you."

The Sealord didn't respond immediately, silently weighing the proposition.

Oberyn added with a sly smile, "I bought fifty triple-shot crossbows from Myr. You're welcome to borrow them, Ser Toyne."

"Hahaha, then Wright is as good as dead."

The Sealord finally spoke, "The Golden Company can act within the city, but you'll need a justification."

Ser Toyne, more a man of action than strategy, was visibly displeased by the need for a pretext. He would have preferred to storm in and kill Wright outright.

At that moment, the Golden Company's intelligence officer, Lysono Maar, entered the chamber. After saluting the group, he reported to Ser Toyne:

"Commander, news just came in. Viggen and his men were drinking in the city and got into a fight with Wright. All fifteen were killed on the spot."

Ser Toyne turned to the Sealord. "Your Grace, you heard that. Fifteen of my brothers are dead. We must avenge them. Given Wright's formidable skills as a mage, it's only fair the Golden Company sends reinforcements, wouldn't you agree?"

The Sealord replied, "Your personal grudges are none of my concern."

Ser Toyne stood up, clapped Lysono on the shoulder, and whispered, "Well done!"

Without waiting for a response, he strode out, heading for the Golden Company's barracks.

Lysono lingered for a moment, then turned back to Oberyn with a faint smile, bowing deeply before leaving the chamber.