Our legs ached. Our horses' tired heads hung low as they plodded along. The rain began to spit. We dismounted, gave our horses reins to the stable boys and wandered into the tavern. "We don't want your kind here!" One man grunted, I hugged a laugh and wandered over to the disgruntled man, my blood-stained horse skull inches from his face.

"You are a man of the old kingdoms, we go where we please," I toyed with the blade in my grip.

"You horse clans are all the same," he said and left the tavern. We all started to chuckle. We took the table in the corner, the candle wax dribbled over the edges its wick long extinguished. 

"Am I getting the first round?" Brack asked. 

"No, let me," one of my men said. 

"I was hoping you would say that," I replied. 

"Have you spent it on the horses again?" another asked, I shook my head. The silver beads in my hair tinged against one another. 

"Yeah okay," he said and walked to the bar. The rain began to drum on the roof. 

"We won't be riding tonight boys," I said reclining back in my chair, hands behind my head and two chairs legs off the floor. 

"I was hoping to move on," Dravor said. 

"We can't always get what we want," Weslar replied.

"You're the reason we had to leave the clan," I reminded him. 

"No, I wasn't!" He exclaimed. 

"You kind of are," Brack said returning to us with our drinks, "you were far too vicious in battle." 

"Yeah, but what about Tan? She was rampaging through the city on her horse, cutting people down left, right and centre," he said pointing to me. 

"I didn't gut the King!" I exclaimed. 

"Like an animal may I add," Brack added. 

"No, you may not," Dravor responded. My gaze was drawn to the door, a hooded figure wandered in and looked straight to us. I ran a hand down my face and sighed, all my men turned their heads to face the figure. 

"What do you want?" I growled and crossed my arms over my chest. 

"I am Jorah Mormont," he said and sat down next to me.  

"May I speak to your leader alone?" he asked looking at the men, I shook my head quickly. 

"You say it to all of us," I said. He took a deep breath and looked around at all the faces staring back at him. 

"I have heard of your recent unfortunate departure...." he began. 

"Get on with it..." Dravor demanded. 

"Let the man speak!" I warned. 

"I have a place for you all," he said, we all leant forward hanging off his every word. 

"The Khal..." Dravor cut him off again. 

"Drogo?" he asked. Dravor had always admired the great horse lord. Jorah nodded. 

"He is looking to replenish his numbers, I recommended your small group," he replied, I spat my drink out everywhere. 

"We're only a small group," I reminded him. 

"I know, but together you're strong, what do you say?" he asked looking between all of us.