The tension was still in the air. Many whispered that they did not trust those who had recently invaded, while others were disgruntled by the preferential treatment the Rhoynar had received from the king.
Of course, all these whispers were heard by the Rhoynar, which kept them even more alert.
On the way to the capital, Haldor was mounted on a horse, surveying the surroundings. He did not feel at all comfortable in a carriage, so he preferred to have more control over his surroundings by staying outside.
His dragon, of course, accompanied him, staying at a distance and enjoying these new territories. But it would respond to Haldor's call in case of an emergency.
"How's the weather, Ravyn?" Haldor asked, feeling the warmth of the sun—something that hadn't happened since he arrived in this world.
Ravyn looked at the sky and said, "It's garbage. I'd rather sweat only when I'm having sex than sweat at any moment here."
"It's not that hot." Lucian smiled at Ravyn's comments, who was more northern than anyone in the group.
The armored bears accompanying Haldor's guard only looked at this poor bearded man, who had more hair than they did. One murmured, "Should we shave his beard?"
"I don't think we can."
This time, only Haldor, with seventy warriors and ten armored bears, accompanied them. They were not heading into battle, but their combat level with these numbers was quite remarkable.
"I don't recommend going to the brothels; your magic wand will rot if you step into those devil's places."
"I'd rather be a pig than go to one of those places."
"I think not even a pig would want to be with you. Rumor has it, you have damned dirt on your legs."
The irony among the men was certainly thick. All were Haldor's reliable soldiers, trained and selected by him personally.
"It already smells like shit."
Haldor looked at the capital, better known as King's Landing, which was recognized as the largest city in the Seven Kingdoms.
This city, looking at the map, is located on the east coast of Westeros, in the Crownlands. Despite being the capital, for many, it was the worst place in the world to live.
"This city smells like shit from here." Ravyn couldn't help but complain as they got closer to the city.
Lucian frowned slightly. Such conditions were not precisely experienced in the north due to the extreme cold. Doing daily necessities could be uncomfortable, but one certainly did not leave aromas in the air after a while.
When they arrived at the city gates, they were recognized by the royal guard, who awaited their arrival. After all, the King was now in the castle after starting his journey earlier and also traveling by ship.
Haldor wanted to get a much better look at the surroundings before reaching his destination. He was not in a hurry, after all. "His Majesty has a place reserved to host you; please follow us."
"Lead the way."
The armored bears always attracted the attention of the southerners, who seemed to be seeing something incredible and impossible to believe.
"Is that a damned tamed bear?"
"To which Lord do those banners belong?"
An armored bear, who was next to the carriage where Haldor was, looked at a boy about to touch it and warned him, "If you touch me with your dirty hands, I'll rip your hand off."
"Ahhhhh!"
"They can talk."
Lucian shook his head and turned his gaze to Haldor, who was sitting in the carriage, deep in thought. "Was it a good idea to bring them?"
"I don't know, but I think they are excellent warriors who could get us out of an ambush, so I brought them. They can act in the city, whereas a dragon cannot unless it destroys everything in its path." Haldor had his moves very well thought out, so covering every security flaw was the only way he wouldn't be besieged.