as she knelt to comfort another. Never did she give her name though. No, not yet. She may be nobly bred, and of a high (albeit lost) house, but she liked doing this. She was Revai Kkar of the lost House Garren. They possessed no lands, the called no army, but her House was ever with her. Her blood was as red as any of the Lannister's, as honorable as any of the Arryn's, as old as the Stark's, as ferocious as the Barthereon's, as bloodthirsty as the Greyjoy's. He who wanders, discovers. She had wandered. She and her House had wandered far and wide. And now they had returned to Westeros. Observers, for the moment, watchers of the goings-on of a place frozen in old ways. That could very easily change. Revai looked over her shoulder to the massive Keep that dominated a lion's share of the King's Landing, wondering which King sat upon the Iron Throne. What family supped at the table, she wondered. And for how much longer would they do just that. O Death...O Death...Won't you spare me over another year. Well, what is this that I can't see, with ice cold hands takin' hold of me? When God is gone and the Devil takes hold, who will have mercy on your soul? No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul...O Death...Well I am Death, none can excel, I'll open the door to heaven or hell. O Death, O Death,