When they reached the Dirty Gate, where the people were swarming with people in a hurry to the fish market as usual, the men went down to the marina of Blackwater. They walked along the river, squinting at the dazzling rays of the scorching sun and watching as boats were leaving the ships now and then. The oars took off and hit the sparkling surface of the water again and again, creating fountains of bright splashes. At the quay, merchant ships, galleys, claws, and all sorts of small boats swayed. In the bright blue sky one could hear the screams of seagulls circling over the water, the market was overflowing with buyers, the traders were praising their goods. Life in the city took its course. Suddenly Rodrik stopped.
- Lord Jendry! Smore! Here they are my beauties! - The young man's voice was full of genuine pride, and his eyes glowed with tenderness. - And this galley was named after my aunt, Yara. When she found out that I had named a ship after her, I even wept. Although I hadn't seen her cry before.
Jendry smiled funny and turned his eyes on Rodrik's ships, too. The Yara was a huge warship with a large iron ram in the form of a kraken on its bow. There were two smaller galleys just a little further away. The sails on all three ships were traditionally black with the family coats of arms of the Greyjoy House, the Golden Krakens, in the center.
- Yes, it's very trustworthy! - The Lord of the Stormy Limit spoke out, looking at the ships. - Now I understand why my favorite offspring are going with you to the far reaches. - Jendry patted Edric on the shoulder easily, and then added, - I'd go on a trip with them. I always wanted to see the world, but it never worked out.
- Father! You speak as if you are saying goodbye to life. We will definitely go back to Essos with you. - Edrik winked at his father and smiled widely at him with a cheerful smile.
- Indeed, Lord Jendry! Leave those sad moods alone! Better order me something strange from Tiroche, Peace or Fox. Von Shireya is never lost. This time, I'm expecting silk from Tiroshima.
- Yeah, she's a fashionista! Speaking of Shireya, come in and say goodbye to her, or she'll make me sick, - Jendry added.
The young men nodded affirmatively in response.
When they were hungry, the men stopped by the tavern to eat fish soup. Inside it was a very large, but modestly furnished hall, although the crowd here is completely heterogeneous. Corner tables were occupied by soldiers from the guards of the Golden Cloaks, who were savory crunching with roast fish. On the other hand, the traders sat with ale mugs, which was determined by their loud conversation; one tried to bring down the price, while the other did not want to give in. In the center of the city there was a group of sailors who had clearly been on the road for a long time: they were greedy for wine and pestering the girls who were carrying food and drink.
Jendry, Edrick, and Rodrik had taken up one of the free tables and had already wanted to order one, when a tall man with green hair and a split beard of the same color suddenly came up to them. It was immediately clear from the look of it that the thyroshite was a thyroshite. In addition to the colored beard, he had a strong accent. After greeting the company, he gave Lord Stormy Limit a parchment scroll.
- The answer will be waiting in Volantis, in the tavern of the "Hop Dragon". - After these words, he only nodded as a sign of farewell, and left the room quickly.
Jendry looked down at the scroll on which the familiar imprint stood. Wolf's coat of arms.