Trouble in Weeping Town II

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(Rhaegon's POV)

"I wonder what kind of trouble it is." I said as we walked down the street of the market town, "Did your Father specify?" 

"No." Tyrion said, "Only that Lord Varys's sources claimed there had been some 'allies' of Stannis nearby." 

"This whole thing stinks if you ask me." Bronn said

"Agreed." Sandor said, "But if there is something that relates to that, it'll make this whole trip worth it." 

We had made it to Weeping Town and I had left Morghul outside the town. Of course, whatever "trouble" is here will be informed of my presence considering that a dragon is outside the walls. I just hope we can get this over with quickly because I have a bad feeling about the whole thing, much like Bronn and Sandor. 

"There's an Inn called the Broken Shield." Tyrion said, "I know a lad there, he and I once had some fun in Tumbleton if you know what I mean." 

"Brothel, I assume." I said boringly

"You are indeed smart." Tyrion said sarcastically

"Let's get this over with." I said as I stopped, "Wait...." 

Sandor and Bronn stopped, looking at me. 

"What is it?" Sandor asked

I looked around, noticing that the town was rather empty, compared to the last time I had been here. Usually, there are people roaming about, going along with their lives. But there was nothing now.

This unsettled me. 

I mean, yes, usually when I arrive at a town with my dragon, people shift about nervously but they don't hide because there is nothing to hide from. 

"There is nobody." I said as I turned around, seeing that most buildings seemed empty and devoid of life, "Why isn't there anybody?" 

"That is odd." Bronn said

"Considering a dragon is outside their walls, it should not be too surprising that people don't want to be outside," Tyrion said

"It's me. Why would they be afraid?" I said, "The people of the Realm should be used to the sight of Morghul." 

"He has a point." Sandor said

"Let's...." Tyrion said as he looked at me, "Let's go to the inn and find out what's going on." 

I nodded, "Yea." I said as I looked around, "Let's." 

A few minutes later, we arrived at the inn and walked through the door, seeing that the entire place was empty. There was only a lit hearth at the far end of the main room as we walked towards the counter. 

"That is strange." Tyrion said as he looked around, "Nobody is here." 

I narrowed my eyes as I scanned the surroundings, seeing that there was no sign of anybody. 

"I don't like this at all, Tyrion." I said as I stood in the middle of the room, "Where could they be?" 

Suddenly, we heard a loud snapping noise come from outside, causing Bronn and Sandor to place their hands on their swords. 

"Fucking hate shit like this." Sandor grumbled, "Always with some stupid games." 

"You and me both." Bronn said

I walked past them and through the door, stepping outside. 

I then noticed a lone figure in the middle of the street outside. It was a tall man covered in black leather armor and wearing a strange black mask. Strapped to his side, I noticed what looked like a sword, except it looked thinner than a regular westerosi sword. 

I assume he's a foreigner. 

"What?" I said as I stood several meters from him, "Who are you supposed to be?" 

The man stepped forth and I instantly placed my hand on Fury's handle. As this happened, I heard Bronn and Sandor stepping outside. 

"Who is this cunt?" Sandor asked as he walked towards me, "Some strange outfit he's wearing." 

"Rhaegon." The Man said in High-Valyrian, "Zaldrizes Jaes sends his regards." 

I drew my sword, "Oh is that so?" I said with a serious scowl, "He sent you huh?" 

The Man placed his hand on the handle of his sword and in a swift motion, he drew it. The blade was thin and a bit curved, was a strange thing to see. Then, in an instant, the blade burst into flames as the Man chanted a few words. 

"Fucking hells!" Sandor said, "Fire?" 

"If you don't want to, stand back." I said as I stepped forth, "I got this." 

The Man then immediately lunged at me, holding his flaming sword with both hands. This was just like that time in the North when I was attacked by zealots wielding flaming swords as well. 

But this was different; This Man actually knew how to wield it. 

He swung his thin sword at me with such speed that I was barely able to react. I dodged the swing and ducked down, rearing Fury back for an upward thrust. 

As I thrust my blade at him, he immediately pulled his sword back for a parry, the impact causing some flames to fly outwards as he stepped back. 

"Impressive." He said in High-Valyrian

I swung Fury at him but he blocked it with his sword. I could feel his body buckle slightly at the impact of the clash but he was able to brace it fully.

He then pushed me back and swung his blade horizontally as I stepped back with ease, feeling the heat of the flames as he missed. In an instant, I countered with a diagonal slash aiming for his left shoulder but he was able to jump back and avoid it completely. I didn't let him get enough distance, however, as I rushed in for a quick thrust which he had to block it at the last second. 

He countered with his own thrust which I sidestepped and countered again with another slash at his head, which he ducked with ease. 

It was safe to say that this person was a good swordsman, quite good. His movements were fluid and his physical power was enough to easily block and parry my swings. 

However, I was not going all out on him. 

"Who are you?" I asked in High-Valyrian, "What does Zaldrizes Jaes want?" 

"Do you truly think I will openly speak that?" He said through his mask, "Valerion Blackfyre will cut my tongue out if I even dare speak any of our plans." 

"Valerion? He's the Pretender backed by Zaldrizes Jaes?" I asked

"Enough." He said as he rushed me

He unleashed a flurry of slashes and swings, a bit of flame flying out of his blade as I avoided all of them with ease. As I stepped back and parried some of them, I could tell he was adding more effort to his attacks. But it was not enough and I could tell that. 

"Agreed." I said as I hard-parried a swing and caused him to stumble, "It is enough." 

I then hit him with a quick riposte, Fury being plunged into his right shoulder.

He let out a grunt as he dropped his weapon to the ground and as I pulled out my blade, I kicked him in the chest and dropped him to the ground. 

"Well, I'll be damned." I heard Bronn say, "That was something." 

I pointed Fury at the Man with a serious look on my face, 

"Tell me everything or die."