Wright hid in Oberyn's ship's cabin, recovering his magical energy, though he wasn't idle.
Using resurrection magic from the summoning school, he revived a dead cat and let it roam the rooftops of Braavos.
Someone of Oberyn's status would never share his business with someone like Wright, and Wright had his own secrets that he didn't reveal to anyone.
However, Daemon Sand had been acting suspicious these past few days. Through the cat's eyes, Wright saw that Daemon often visited the Outcast Inn near the Ragman's Harbor.
Tonight, Wright used an invisibility spell and quietly followed him.
Daemon walked quickly, and it wasn't long before he arrived at the Outcast Inn. He entered a private room with familiar ease. Wright, now hidden on the tavern's roof, lifted the invisibility spell and sent the revived cat into the ceiling above their room.
"A man with an ugly face — Daemon Sand really comes here to drink?"
The two men inside were still talking about trivial matters.
Before long, two more people entered the room, and the first two stood.
The ugly man introduced one of them to Daemon Sand. "Ser Daemon, this is Ser Rolly Duckfield, a member of our Golden Company. He is the captain's servant and also the head blacksmith. You can call him Duck."
The man, nicknamed "Duck," was a large man with a scruffy beard and unruly orange hair. "Ha-ha! From blacksmith supervisor to this position, all thanks to Ronald Connington's recommendation. Isn't he here today?"
Daemon Sand responded, "He's busy today and couldn't come."
The ugly man continued introducing the second person, "This is Balaq, or Black Balaq, our Golden Company's archery commander."
Black Balaq had dark skin and white hair, a typical appearance from the Summer Isles.
Wright, sitting on the rooftop, overheard a familiar name.
Ronald Connington — he had seen the name in the vassal list of Storm's End. He was a cousin of Jon Connington, the last Hand Of The King of the Targaryen dynasty, whose family had been stripped of lands and noble titles by Robert. Now he was here.
With the Golden Company members present, along with Daemon Sand, Wright leaped from the roof and into the tavern.
Daemon Sand: "How are the knights of the Golden Company doing?"
The large man, "Duck," responded, "They're doing well. The Golden Company used to take on only small jobs, but our new leader has big business deals in the works."
Black Balaq added, "The internal opposition has been almost completely dealt with. Now, most of the people in the company are aligned."
A knock echoed at the door.
Daemon Sand asked, "Is anyone else coming?"
Duck replied, "No, it's just me and Black Balaq. I'll go check."
He stood up and approached the door, while the others had already placed their hands on their sword hilts. The meeting was meant to be secret, and if things went awry, they would act immediately.
"Who's outside?" Duck shouted from inside.
The cat, watching from the ceiling, had a clear view of everything in the room. With a loud crash, Wright's arm punched through the door, landing a heavy blow on Duck's throat.
Duck was sent flying, crashing into the table and falling to the floor, clutching his throat, his face turning red as he struggled to breathe.
Wright bent down, unlocked the door from the inside, and entered the room. The tavern's servants, seeing the commotion, quickly ran off to find the tavern owner.
"I think you all recognize me," Wright said, unsheathing no weapon. "I have a few questions I'd like to ask, and I'm not sure if you'll cooperate."
"Wright Baratheon, what do you want? We're just here to drink!" Daemon Sand continued to resist.
Wright ignored him. "First question: Did the Golden Company hire the Faceless Men to kill me, or was it someone else?"
The three Golden Company members knew Wright's power all too well. He could destroy several streets if he wanted to.
They hesitated, knowing that whether they answered or not, they'd be dead either way. Each of them drew a weapon and lunged at Wright.
Wright's reflexes and strength were far beyond what they could handle, even without a weapon. In mere moments, the sounds of the fight in the room stopped.
The three men lay on the ground: Daemon Sand had his leg broken by Wright's kick, the ugly Golden Company member had been accidentally killed by Wright's overzealous strike, and Black Balaq's arms were bent unnaturally behind his back.
Wright placed his foot on Black Balaq's neck. "Still on the first question. It's your turn to answer."
Black Balaq glared at Wright, his face contorted with rage. "There are no cowards in the Golden Company!"
"Good!" Wright said, lifting his foot and delivering a heavy kick to Black Balaq's neck. Black Balaq flew across the room, crashing into the wall, his head hanging at an unnatural angle.
Wright then walked over to the fallen Duck. "And you?"
Duck's throat was crushed, and he could barely speak, his face flushed. A flash of yellow light appeared as Wright cast a healing spell on his neck.
"Duck" rasped, "It was the former leader, Myles Toyne, who arranged it. We military commanders don't know the exact reason."
Wright was half-convinced. The Golden Company could afford the fees for hiring assassins, but if they had paid for them, why would they then gather so many people to kill him?
"What has that traitor, Ronald Connington, been up to recently?"
"He's one of us in the Golden Company, been with us for nearly ten years. He's been resting in Braavos, hasn't done anything unusual."
Wright didn't know that Ronald Connington had joined the Golden Company.
"Next question: What grudge do I have with the Golden Company? Why not just hire assassins, but also gather so many people to kill me?"
Duck couldn't think of a way to answer this. He knew some secrets, but not everything. He turned to Daemon Sand for help.
"That fool! What's he staring at me for?" Daemon Sand cursed Duck's whole family in his mind.
"Seems like you're just a small fry in this plan," Wright said, then punched Duck's neck, turning him into a lifeless "duck".
"Daemon Sand! It's your turn!"
"I was just here to drink with them. We've known each other for a long time. Wright, even if you're a member of the Small Council, you can't just kill a Knight of the Seven Kingdoms!" Daemon Sand protested. According to Westerosi law, when outside a battle camp, only a High Lord or the king could execute a lord, and it had to be done in a trial.
Wright grabbed Daemon Sand by the hair and punched his right shoulder, shattering the bone. "This isn't Westeros, so their laws don't apply here. I want to know — was this your idea, or Oberyn's?"
"Ahhh... I just came out to drink. I didn't need to notify Prince Oberyn," Daemon Sand stubbornly replied.
Wright delivered another punch to his face, knocking out several of Daemon Sand's teeth and leaving him with a bloody mouth.
Spitting blood, Daemon Sand's head began to spin. "I don't know, Wright! You're committing a crime! The Seven will punish you."
"Then let's go meet Oberyn together," Wright said, grabbing Daemon Sand's leg and dragging him towards Oberyn's ship.
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