The Dragons and the Snakes

"You look strong and formidable, Ser. Would you like to join the great brotherhood of the Night's Watch?" A tall man in black was following Torrhen, as the latter slide through the crowds.

Torrhen laughed, "I would want to join your brotherhood." The man in black, happily surprised, but Torrhen continued, "But, unfortunately, I'm not ready to commit celibacy."

He strode through, paying the man in black no mind, he decided to see merchants, blacksmiths and horse stables.

Torrhen entered the marketplace, seeing rows upon rows of trading tents on the open field. He saw different food and varieties of spices, shiny jewelry and intricate ornaments. But he stop when he saw what he came for, invaluable thing. Unfortunately, it is in possession of another man.

Its rune-like center steel, glowing with magical features, the most light in weight and heavy in durability. A Valyrian Steel. Torrhen smiled, thinking how to steal something like that in crowds of eyes.

He walked to the man and said, "May the Old gods give you blessings, Ser."

The man in green, with serious eyes, looked at Torrhen, sizing him up and down, "I am with the Seven, Ser. Now, what do you want?"

Torrhen chuckled a little before pointing at the Valyrian blade, "I wished to see your Valyrian blade, Ser. A man can only wish he can see such thing, let alone possess one in his lifetime."

The man grunted but gave the blade to Torrhen, cautiously, "Alright."

Torrhen said a quick 'thank you' and took the blade for examination, "A fine blade. All fine blades have name, what is the name of yours?" Torrhen felt the blade, searching for any magic present on the steel. Feeling a touch of nullifying magic, he sense wonders of a famous steel in the world. He looks at man in green.

"Heartsbane, Ser." The man in green could not contain his small smirk, but restrained it.

Torrhen nodded, giving the blade back to its owner, "Thank you for this opportunity, Ser?"

"Lord, actually. I am Randyll Tarly, Lord of Hornhill." The man nodded, before leaving the merchant tent.

Torrhen smiled. He continued his way to the busy tents of the blacksmiths, making his way to a middle-aged man hammering folded steel on his anvil. This man looks experienced enough.

He came into his tent, then in front of him. The man interjected before Torrhen could say a word, "Another squire ordering a cheap-made armor? I can't say I've met you a hundred times."

Torrhen was confused, wrinkling his eyebrows. The man did not life his focus, putting the heated steel into the water, cooling the heat.

Torrhen sighed and said, "You are mistaken. I am not a squire-,"

The blacksmith interjected again, "You're walking like a humble person, if you're not a squire then what are you?"

Torrhen chuckled to the man, "Second son of the late Lord Karstark, but it is not what I came for. I hear you're a blacksmith from Qohor?"

The man raised an eyebrow, but still focused on his work. "I am. My name is Tobho Mott."

"Then, you can reforge a Valyrian steel?" Torrhen asked.

"Yes, I can. Do you have one?" Tobho Mott looked at Torrhen.

"None, but I plan to have one in the future-" Tobho Mott laughed at that."-I would like to know where you'll be in the future." Torrhen sighed, very ashamed for a reason.

"Either traveling the Westeros or set camp in the Capital." Tobho Mott said.

Torrhen nodded and left the tent to go to the stables. Making his way to his destination, he came across two boys on the side of the street. What he saw was strong street kids, instead of malnourished ones, probably mutes at the same time. He saw the eyes that said were calculative and observing.

He took his eyes off the boys and made way to the stables, seeing the lines of horses for sale. There's a Westerland breed, strong and fast. There's the Vale breed, mountainous creatures. There's the Northern breed, good for the cold, with the Dornish breed, the opposite of Northern one. But at the end, he found the most strongest, fastest, and reliable breed, a Dothraki horse.

Dothrakis are savages but they care their horses like family, considering they worship Stallion god that rides the green grass, or the Stallion, that mounts the world.

But to Torrhen, it was not enough. It was a start, though. He would breed the Dothraki horse to a Westerland one, making their spawn much stronger and faster in all Westeros.

Suddenly, a loud cheer came aloud around Harrenhal, all the people started running towards the entrance. Torrhen followed them, to see the what is the commotion is all about.

Standing at the side of the entrance, the Royal party has finally arrived. In the head was the regal and gallant crowned prince, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, looking warm without any smiles or waving gestures. Beside him was the renowned Sword of the Morning, Ser Arthur Dayne, said to be the greatest swordsman and Kingsguard of history, wielding two swords. Apparently, one of the sword was made of a fallen star.

At the back was Princess Elia Martell, holding her son, Aegon Targaryen, in the open carraiges. Torrhen saw her great beauty, even birthing two children, evidently, did not fade her wonders. She wore bright sun orange, showing her house color, complementing her light-bronze skin. Beside her is the giggling handmaiden, haunting violet eyes of Ashara Dayne. Wearing lavender color dress. She has a perfect arc face, along with light-skin tone rare among dornish people.

Another carriage followed, the King, Aerys II, along with his sister-wife, Torrhen felt disgusted to that, Queen Rhaella. Both looked pale, worryingly pale for a Targaryen feature. The king looks pale with paranoia, while the Queen looks pale from torture. Torrhen guessed that the rumors was true, spreading all over the court and great houses.

Arthur Dayne was looking at the people, observing any threats or danger that comes to the Royal family or his best friend, Rhaegar. His eyes stopped to a slim giant of a man, wearing black and white clothing, with white sun on his right chest. A Karstark.

The said man, Torrhen, notice he was being observed. He saw violet eyes of the Sword of the Morning. He smiled and left the crowd.

A,N: I said that Torrhen would meet other characters, but in this chapter, Tobho Mott was the only one considered a major one, along with Randyll Tarly.

But hey, the Royal family has arrived. Next up "Greatest Tourney in History."