The sky glew with a crimson hue, nearly incandescent close the tail of the comet, growing darker as it extended through the sky. While it made a once in a lifetime spectacle for the Westerosi during days and nights, at dawn the red shade gave the sky a grotesque atmosphere, merging the light of the rusing sun with that of the comet, while being numbed by the morning fog, creating a dense, red gloom that hid the sea and sky away from the coast.

It was in a dawn as such that two queer ships, one large and heavy, the other thin and swift, sailed towards the coast of Westeros, looking for the great port of King's Landing. As they appeared from the reddish mist in that cold morning, a deep sound came from the largest of the vessels. It was a low lament, a howl from deep within the core of the ship that announced their arrival, long before the dock guards and other seamen at the wharfs could see them, except for the coal colored eyes that emerged from the red veil, scaring many men and women at the docks. As they came closer, the rest became visible: The largest of the ships was of a dark wood, and had deep carmine sails, with two painted black eyes looking forward. The other was it's opposite, a crimson hull adorned with two black eyes, one at each side of the stern.

As the first group of goldcloaks approached the ship, a slim figure emerged on the deck, standing straight and proud between the eyes of his craft. He wore a long greenish mustache, in Tyroshi fashion, yet on his head he wore a hat with a long monkey tail. As the guards spoke with him, hearing his odd foreign accent, they heard the strange sounds of animals coming from within the largest of the vessels, as they saw, from the deck, the figures of odd looking men and women that looked down upon them, almost as fascinated as them.

The man, after a short introduction, asked for the guards to lead him to a leader of the city, which they did with haste, never taking their eyes from the dark ones woven on the great, red sails.