Southern Camp

[The Weirwood]

Due to the small size of the city, most of the visitors have set up camp outside of the city walls. The two nations have set up camps along either side of the City away from one another.

Unlike their northern counterparts the Southern camp has taken a more laid back approach to the meeting, despite having a perimeter guard there is very little in terms of defenses. Rather the focus on the southern part would be making money as vendors of goods and riches (as well as tavern supplies) made their way out of the immediate camp to set up a little market square for both of the nations to come and spend money and get drunk.

[Princess Marjory Gardener]

Marjory Gardener arrived with a small entourage of half a dozen guards, a maid and a serving man. Leaving the men to entertain themselves at her camp, as men will, she took her maid for a walk around the market square.  Also accompanying the pair was Florys, Marjory's tame shadowcat.  The princess always felt more confident with her pet present.

[Lady Abigail the White]

Lady Abigail arrived with the other representatives of the Faith, sitting astride her white horse at the front of the group. She wore a pristine outfit that consisted of white breeches and a white dress with a short skirt and long sleeves. Upon her hands were white gloves and she wore a white fur coat, its hood drawn up. Her valyrian steel rapier Whisper was at her hip, ready to be unsheathed at a moments notice and she was surrounded by her veteran guard.

The look on her face as she arrived was one of smug superiority, a slight mocking pout on her lips and a look of entitlement in her eyes.

[Princess Marjory Gardener]

By chance, Marjory soon came across Abigail, her fellow adherent of the Faith. Knowing Abigail a little, Marjory smiled and waved.

"Greetings. What do you make of this place so far> I enjoyed the journey but this place is not a patch on Highgarden or even Oldtown."

[Lady Abigail the White]

When Abigail spotted the princess she climbed from the saddle, handing the reins to one of her champions. She gave a small disgusted look at the state of the dirty ground in the market and noticed how a speck of mud had spattered on her small white and gold heels. Managing to overcome this dilemma she looked up and smiled at Marjory. "Hardly. The commoners here are dirtier than anywhere else and the place is not a pretty sight. I cannot wait to leave this place again."

She sneered at a passing cart that made far too much noise.

[Princess Marjory Gardener]

Marjory shrugged slightly and laid a hand on Florys' collar since the shadowcat was making the smallfolk nervous.

"That's a good point. Nowhere is half as pretty as the Reach. Your outfit is beautiful but it doesn't really belong in this place. But I suppose you could not have known how dirty it would be here."

Marjory herself was wearing hunting leathers, though she had packed prettier clothing for later on.

"Could you not change?" She asked. "I know you love your white but perhaps plainer clothing might serve you well here."

[R'hllor, Lord of Light]

As the conversation is about to continue, the distant shriek of 'Dragon!' catches the attention of those gathered in both the northern and southern camps, and it only takes a quick look to the sky to see that massive form of Balerion flying high above the island. Panic and chaos soon erupt throughout each camp, the peaceful crowds of peasants and lords suddenly turning into a stampede as people either rush for cover or weapons. A screaming woman runs into a nearby torch stand and sets a tent in the southern camp ablaze, while a soldier in the northern camp who clearly thought that drinking before noon made him cool accidentally knocks a nearby barrel of ale onto it's side, sending it rolling towards a nearby campfire where it wastes no time erupting into a fiery rain.

[Princess Marjory Gardener]

Marjory glanced skywards in horror. She had never actually seen a dragon but she'd heard of the might of the Black Dread and knew it must be he. "Move!" She yelled at Abigail.

Grabbing her maid's arm, she pulled the woman behind a stall. But then, when she saw the burning tent, she ran forward yelling "Water! Bring water!" at anyone who was not panicking. She looked for a well or an alternative source of water.

[Lady Abigail the White]

Upon spotting the dragon, Abigail quickly jumped onto her horse again and rode outta there!

[R'hllor, Lord of Light]

As the Lady Abigail flees for her life, several soldiers rally together and begin gathering water from a nearby well, forming a chain as buckets are handed down the line to try to keep the fire under control. With the dragon flown out of sight and what appears to be a pursuit of giant eagles, calm begins to fall once again as the number of screaming people decreases.

[Princess Marjory Gardener]

Marjory joined the chain, pulling her maid along with her. It was best to keep the woman busy so she would panic less. As she worked, she looked around at the people nearest her.

"I think that was the Black Dread," she said. "I'm thankful I didn't see the beast close to, though. A pity the Doom didn't wipe out the bloody dragonlords. I'll wager the rider makes no attempt to atone for the damage his beast has caused."

[R'hllor, Lord of Light]

One of the guards next to her is the first to reply, a middle-aged man wearing the colors of House Durrandon. "Didn't wipe them out? Those damn dragons are what caused it. They say they're going to conquer us all and then split the continent in half? I'm betting they did it and conquered the North, and now they think they can take the South here. Damn cowards."

[Princess Marjory Gardener]

"I do wonder if they truly intended to split the land in half," she replied. "The dragonriders are as mortal as we are, chances are the gods will punish them for their arrogance. One day. If the Father Above wanted them here, they'd have conquered us by now. Besides, dragons are beasts of flesh too. If the dragons die, their riders are nothing."