On the deck of a galley in Lys

[M. Laveur]

Ser Criston remained with his small fleet to the docks around the group of rocks the Lyseni called home. While it made a beautiful sight, with its grand temples and tall walls and towers, the strong wind of the Narrow Sea made it easy for unexperienced sailors to be taken too close to the rocks, easily having their hulls pierces by the submerged rocks hidden under the dancing waters.

Such had been the fate the Shatterer, now called the Shattered by the crewsmen. The vessel was barely saved from sinking, the captain and half of the crew disposed, and it was currently undergoing reparations at one of the Lyseni wharfs.

The crews were dismissed to spend their coin with the slender, blonde whores the city was famed for in Westeros, and to drink the sweet bevrages the rocks he stepped on had made their money from. Meanwhile, Ser Criston made his way to the deck of a massive Lyseni warship, where he would met a captain whose name he could barely pronounce. Hoping the embarrasing incident with his ship had gone unnoticed, he waited anxiously to speak of the possibility of being hired by the Lyseni armada.

[Xion]

Admiral Sulien Zyranos stands at the bow of his flagship, while his men move around supplies and the few pleasure maidens kept aboard for the captain's entertainment tease the soldiers every so often, with one or two looking at the Westerosi who has made his way onto the ship. The admiral runs a hand through his long beard, analyzing the Westerosi absent-mindedly as he inspects the rest of his men.

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"Otherys, who is that man, the one who looks like an unwashed barbarian?" "You mean Sahaladon, or the Westerosi?" The admiral sighs. "The one in armor, you imbecile! Bring him here!" The second mate of the galley salutes and approaches Criston to inform him the admiral will see him now.

[M. Laveur]

Criston Flowers came closer to the officer, and followed him towards Sulien's deck. As he walked there, he tried to stand as tall as his average height allowed him, and pulled back the few red hairs that fell on his face, uncovering his almond shaped and colored eyes, the only sign of his Tyrell heritage. He had a subtle stubble growing on his face, looking unwashed to some, although he wore a deep purple cape and thick shoulder plates that made him seem far more muscular.

As he stood before the Admiral, he nodded, and saluted him in Valyrian, with a strong, Westerosi accent.

"A pleasure to meet you. Ser Criston Flowers, Commander of the Company of the Red Rose, at your service."

[Xion]

Sulien looks at the man, from head to his feet, then strokes his beard several times, contemplating something, before adjusting one of the medals he has own, whether or not he earned that through valor in combat, stealing it from someone else, or simply buying the honors is unknown. "A baseborn Sunset Lander is what the Princes deem worthy of fighting with the Lyseni fleet against those pear smelling, animal-helmeted fools known as the Tyroshi? Tell me, ser(he says this rather sarcastically) what is your experience fighting anything other than whatever passes for pirates in the Sunset Lands?"

[M. Laveur]

The knight frowned, offended by being called baseborn.

"I am the son of Lord Victor Tyrell, a descendant of Kings. He is the Lord of the Reach, the richest of the lands under Targaryen rule. No baseborn by any means," he said, ommiting the part about being a bastard.

"I have fought the rebels at the Shield Islands, and have fought and rid the Summer Islands of the hordes of pirates that surrendered their land. Many a Tyroshi was there to kill and drown."

And Lyseni too, he thought.

"I have been sailing my ship, the Flurry, across the coast of all the Free cities at the Narrow Sea since my 16th name day, and know my way around then as good as most Lyseni, Myrish or Tyroshi sailors. That is what I have to offer to the Lyseni fleet."

[Xion]

"Yet your surname is Flowers. That, from what I know of your Sunset Land customs, is a baseborn surname given to sons and daughters of nobility..like how Storm and Waters are. At least that is what little I have learned from some Sunset Lands mecenaries." He strokes his beard again, walking to one of the sides of the ship, inspecting his fleet. "An interesting record, perhaps you have some promise, only actually seeing you fight will determine that. Perhaps...hm..how many ships do you have, just the one you have mentioned?"

[M. Laveur]

"Nay. While the Flurry is the fastest, and with the best crew, I count with five other vessels, ready to take action: the Crimson Tempest, the Shatterer, the Shadow, the Sting and the Deadly Calm."

[Xion]

"Hrm, impressive. Most sellsails that are not Lyseni who have come to me merely have one pathetic looking warship...has the Prince of Lys hired you to assist in my offensive against the Tyroshi? Or are you seeking employment?"

[M. Laveur]

"I offered my services to him... though I believe he wanted you to meet me first before making his decision," he said with a subtle smile., hoping the Lyseni would approve of him, at least enough to give him a contract... and gold, of course.