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A weapon so often taken for-granted or neglected entirely.

Yes, brute strength or military might seems to be something favored by many. And if I would have had it my way, I'd have became a Maester instead of Master of the Sewers.

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Indeed - but any fool can be taught to wield a spear or sword. It is the select few who can use a freshly-sharpened mind.

[There's a pause though at that last bit.]

...surely you jest...that cannot possibly be a true ranking, can it?

[ He motions to himself with his arms at the mention of his rank, Tyrion still keeps his identity a secret from her. He'd like to avoid being made into dragon chow. ]

You'd be amazed at one Lord will do to keep himself amused. I'm just lucky that I hadn't been fed to the lions. So yes, such a ranking did exist for just me. But alas, My Lord did meet his ends and I'm now a freeman.

Indeed. One that can be sharpened or dulled as any sword can.

[ Tyrion held a small book in his hand, and he looked up at whoever it is who interrupted him. He closed the book, and he leaned back into his seat. ]

Yes, a book is the whetstone of the mind. And I'm always happy to find some new material. [ He looked down at the book that he held in his hand. 'The History of Murkwood', and he then pushed it aside to reach for a goblet of wine. ]

And seeing I'm now traveling to new places, it is best that I read up about the dangers that I may face.

[Thorin has a quiet presence about him, even when he's not speaking. Though shorter than men, he is tall for a dwarf. He leans an arm on the head of his axe.]

Reading can only help you so much. One has to face danger head on to truly know it.

[He puts a hand to his chest with a slight bow of his head to introduce himself.] Thorin Oakenshield, at your service.

[ He knocked the glass of wine down, and he paid note to Thorin's small stature. Tyrion himself noticed this about most of the clients at this particular Inn, and for once, he found himself feeling comfortable in his own skin. He placed the small goblet down on the table in front of him, and he reclined back into his chair.

While he gave his axe to his former squire, Podrick, Tyrion still kept with him a dirk and one dagger with him. But he can see Thorin was far better armed than he is. ]

Yes, but I wasn't trained in the art of fighting with a sword. But my mind is best put to other things. [ He had traveled far from Westeros, and he thought no harm would come to him if he used his own name. ] Tyrion Lannister. And while I'm far from home, I am alone, and finding other ways besides my wit to defend myself would be useful to my continued survival.

[Most sane people would, and Lannisters aren't exactly her favorite people right now.]

Your deceased Lord sounds like a cruel man indeed. Or at least a man with dark, unamusing humor. Tell me, who was he? And what do you intend to do now as a free man?

Milord is an absolute brute.

[ Even he dislikes the Lannisters, or at least the ones who suckled at the teat of his father. ]

As for who he was, I'd rather I not tell you much more about him. He's got far more enemies than one man should ever have, and I'd like to avoid any further association with him.

As for my plans? I'll figure them out as time goes. But there isn't much work a dwarf can do besides being a fool.

[She raises a hand, not enjoying the fact that her question went unanswered but understanding the reason why. Daenerys can't blame this poor man for wanting to start anew without the restraints of his previous life.]

A dwarf is a man all the same. Just as capable and just as strong, though in his own way. You should not limit yourself so.

[ He furrows his brow, and he still has no desire to answer her question as to who is father is. Tyrion is far more interested in keeping a very low profile, and information even in the Free Cities tends to travel fast. ]

Yes, of course, we are, but alas, the rest of Westeros and even The Free Cities don't see it as such. And I've never allowed my size to get in the way of things, despite the rest of the world's opinion on the matter. The world doesn't place favor in things that are broken, and it is a most unfortunate thing.

For it it did, I could have been King or at least Lord of a very wealthy house.

Surely you do not see yourself as 'broken'? No, I am of the opinion that there is no such thing as a broken man. You are not broken, good sir, but different. As I am different, as the Dothraki are different. I will make the world see that 'different' things are not necessarily 'bad' things, I promise you that.

[ Tyrion's lips twitch, and he smiles as he goes to pull her legs just a smidge. ]

I'm pretty sure I'm broken. But I'm sure I'll find the rest of my pieces in due time, either while I'm still alive or dead. If I'd lost more pieces, I'd be even less than a half man.

But yes, the world is full of its differences, and I'm well aware that these things aren't bad. However, the world doesn't quite function on farts that smell of lemon cakes.

[She gives a lift of her brows as he says that last part. After a moment she can't help but laugh a little before smiling down to him. She'd hardly be a worthwhile Khaleesi if she couldn't handle some coarse language now and again now would she?]

No, you're quite right. But I do promise you that the world will be a very different place once I take back that which belongs to me.

[ He raises an eyebrow, and now she has his full attention. ] And what's this that belongs to you, M'Lady?

[She chuckles softly and gives him a sly little look.]

Tell me Master Dwarf, do you know to whom you speak?

Eh. [ He saw Jorah's reports of her, during his time as Hand but alas, he can't let on to anything of his past life. So, he continues to play dumb. He’s very sure Ser Ilyn Payne's blade will taste his blood and flesh if he were to be brought back to Westeros. ]

No I don't. I do apologize; I'm not up on current events, as I am looking into ways to keep myself from becoming the Master of Sewage, and my head.

... Or exploited. Though if you're looking for me to exploit you, I'll have you know these hands have plenty experience in pleasuring a woman. [ He reaches back for his wine, and he takes a sip. ]

[She wants to laugh loudly at that last bit - but that would be entirely too rude for this perfectly good conversation partner. So Daenerys doesn't roar with laughter like she desires to, but she does chuckle softly, royally. After all, queens don't boom with laughter like...like Robert Baratheon.]

I'll take your word on that, sir. Though I'll advise you to think a bit on your words in the future.

You speak with Daenerys of House Targaryen, First of My Name. Stormborn. Mother of Dragons. Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, of the Andals and the First Men. What belongs to me is the Iron Throne - and I intend to take it back.

[ Any type of laughter from royalty is a welcoming sight from Tyrion, at least not laughter that was brought on by some act of sadism. His words, his words. Of course, he needs to make sure he doesn't sound too much like an educated highborn imp. Even if was what he was, he needs to become one with the rest of the people.

But he almost spits out his wine when Daenerys introduces herself to him. But he's able to keep his wine within the confounds of his mouth. This is truly one of those oh shit moments. ]

Then it is an honor Your Grace to be within your presence. And I can assure you that one day the throne of Westeros will be yours. I mean with all of the constant squabbling that takes place inside of Kings Landing and the rest of the Seven Kingdoms. And if you're not quick, I wouldn't be surprised if one of the Kings of the Hill Tribes sits his fat hairy ass on that cursed throne.

[She doesn't like the thought of a Hill Tribesman sitting on her throne. Enough pretenders have sat on it as it is.]

I promise you, the squabbling and disputes in Kings Landing and the Seven Kingdoms shall end when I return.

[It's the perfect way to get her foothold in, after all.]

It won't be long, my army shall be prepared and I will prove that a new Targaryen Queen is nothing like the tyranny it once was.

[Her father was insane - there's no denying that. She won't even try.]

[ He spent a time wondering if Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms would have been better ruled by the Hill Tribes after spending time with them. Sure there would be squabbles, but squabbles over things that seem to be honest instead of the pit of liars in Kings Landing.

And there's a look of pure disbelief on his face at her naivety to the situation back home. ]

I wish you luck with purging all of Westeros and Kings Landing of all the houses you'll need to win the support of. Taking a kingdom is going to require a lot more than just brute force.

And I'm sure people still haven't forgotten the last Targaryen King who sat on the iron throne.

[Her lips purse a bit at that - what he says is true and there's no denying it, but there's also no way to not take that sort of thing personally.]

I am not my father. And I am most certainly not my brother. I intend to show the world how the Targaryen name has changed, and come to stand for something more than madness and tyranny. I have freed Slaver's Bay and have earned the respect of the Unsullied and the Dothraki.

I will do what I must to earn the same from my native land. Starting with freeing them from the oppression of the Lannisters.