Chapter 130

Once Tyrion left his room, he quickly closed the door and the Window, telling Varko that he was going 'away' for some time and to tell people that he'll not be available for some time.

Varko gave an affirmation and he took out a white marble from his bottomless bag and said "To the Wall."

A moment later, he was standing in the center of a storm on top of the Wall. He created a magical shield to protect himself from the elements.

Then he reached inside the bottomless purse and took out another Marble.

"To Bloodraven."

A tug and a twist and the next instant, he was standing in front of the beautiful scenery of the Weirwood tree on top of hill in full bloom. It's crimson leaves giving a radiant glow from the sun rays coming from behind it.

The tree always looked beautiful to him no matter how many times he saw it.

Especially because of how much ambient magic it radiated to the world around it.

Of course, at this point, the ambient magic in his own castle overwhelmed that of the ambient magic in this area because of the sheer number of Weirwood trees he had planted in and near his castle.

But being here as still nice.

He sent a magical pulse around him to make the denizens of this place aware of his arrival even though he was sure that the old coot already knew about him.

He supposed that he was being a bit harsh in his opinion of Brynden Rivers as the old man has always helped him but he couldn't help his dislike of the old man.

Bloodraven reminded him too much of Dumbledore for him to ever be comfortable around the man.

A few seconds later, a head poked out from within one of the roots of the Weirwood tree and… Snowylocks beckoned him to come.

"Come Domeric" she said in a melodies and somewhat meloncholic tone "The Three eyed crow waits for you."

He followed behind her, entering the dark tunnels, using the lumos spell to not trip on the many Weirwood roots on the floor or hit his head on the roof of the tunnel.

They took a few turns here and there before they finally reached at the heart of the tunnel system, where most of the roots aligned.

And sitting attached to the center of the roots was the man whom had come to meet.

"My favourite Greenseer" He greeted with a cheer he truly did not feel. Even if the old man was not an acquaintance who had helped him in the past, he would still feel pity for anyone who was condemned to the fate of having to live as a half tree for the rest of his life.

"Wizard." The old man replied in a raspy tone. As if the roots had invaded his throat as well. For all he knew, they might as well have.

"I've come here for a favor." He told the man.

"Of course." The man chuckled, the voice sounding eerie as it reverberated in the tunnels. "Even though I cannot see you through the Weirwood… or the ravens, you're still a man. A man of ambition and desire. Tell me. What do you want Wizard?"

"I want all the information… on a woman named Tysha."

"I see…" the Greenseer said and his remaining eye turned to bore into his, both of them locking themselves in a battle of will. They remained like that for a long time before the Greenseer finally closed his eyes

"Very well then." The Greenseer said, his voice getting softer and softer "I will grant you this favor."

"Thank you." He replied. And waited.