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[ Somehow mixes up tents and stumbles into Khal Drogo's ten. Freezing, he looks at the larger man and starts backing up slowly. ]

[ The Khal doesn't stop his pacing, no, but he does train his gaze on the other man. Had he stumbled into his tent on a night when a better mood graced him, he might have sternly demanded he take his leave. But now Drogo is fully aware of the workings against his Khalessi and in a very sour mood. The man doesn't look like one of his own and that, for all purpose and intent, brands him an enemy for the moment.

Much like a predator, his eyes never leave the smaller man and he speaks in a very gruff, very guttural tone. ] You will not have her.

[ Halbarad stops his moving. Seeing the look on Drogo's face makes him realize he's in a bad situation. Of all the nights to stumble into the wrong tent. Slowly Halbarad removes his hood and looks down. He hopes that his weapons aren't threatening. ]

I do not want here. [ Honestly he has no idea who 'she' is but he can figure it out given time. ]

[ Drogo's steps cease and he turns to face Halbarad, expression still that of a blatant warning. Now that he's in his tent it may be difficult to leave. His words, unfortunately, mean nothing. Drogo doesn't trust him for even a moment.

Stepping forward, he sizes him up, taking note of every weapon within his sight before his gaze settles on his face. His posture is rigid and his muscles are tense. ] I am no fool.

[ He doesn't fight. Halbarad knows that if he does it will only end badly for both. A fight with Drogo would not end well for him even if he could manage to win. He tries to look submissive to Drogo but wasn't sure if that message was understood. ]

Nor am I. [ He bites the inside of his mouth and for once wishes he did not carry so many weapons on him. As a ranger he must but in this situation it is not helping. ] I mean no harm.

[ Halbarad's actions lend him some help with Drogo. With the Khal's temper as hair trigger as it is, trying for the submissive route is the best choice. Even so, he still doesn't leave his personal space. His weapons certainly don't look like the one's he's seen elsewhere. ]

Why are you here? [ As he continues to speak, it may become very clear that he isn't using his native tongue. He's learning, but it's an uphill battle. ]

[ The invasion of personal space doesn't bother him, he's used to it. What does bother him is the fact that he's not looking for a fight. ]

I stepped into the wrong tent. My apologizes. [ He looks down at the ground for a moment. He noticed the language trouble when Drogo first spoke. Dothraki. Halbarad had only just come to this place and he had heard of the Dothraki but had yet to encounter one so closely. ]

[ And that's when Drogo gives him room to breath, but not until after he gives him a hard look. He doesn't go far, though, and he's still watching him.

It takes him a moment to pick out the right words for a response. The edge doesn't fade from his words and they're still as gruff as ever. He's trying to figure out just why Halbarad is in his camp to begin with. ] From where do you come?

[ He's grateful for the room between them but doesn't dare to move at all, although he does relax slightly now that he's not being trapped by Drogo's large chest. He stands a little straighter and speaks slowly. ]

I come from lands far away from here. [ He gives small hand motions to help his words. ]

[ Drogo finally settles a good few feet from him, but still close enough to seriously harm Halbarad if he makes a move to leave his tent. It seems his Khalessi is doing good things to the amount of patience he has.

He watches him, first thinking of the lands of which Daenerys spoke and then discarding the thought with another look at his weapons. ] Across the black salt sea?

[ Slowly he picks his own words carefully. One misunderstanding and he could be in a lot of trouble. Again he uses hand motions to said his words. ] I set sail for Valinor...across The Great Sea. I have no heard of The Black Salt Sea.

[ Hearing this makes him think that he may be on lands that his people, the people of Middle-Earth, have not yet sailed to? ]

[Dany steps into the tent, dismissing her maid. She speaks quietly, in her accented Dothraki-] My khal...