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HIT LIST OF FIVE
The galley from Braavos moored at Gulltown at dawn. The wind had been merciful and had taken the ship safely across the Narrow Sea and the Bay of Crabs.
Arya Stark stood on Westeros soil again. It had been six years since she got on the ship to Braavos leaving all her debts behind.
“Ser Gregor, Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling, Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei…” She knew Gregor Clegane had died, she’d heard it from the blabbing sailors. The Rep Serpent of Dorne killing the Mountain that Rides had become a legend. With time it got rich in detail, becoming ever so incredible and formidable. Arya smirked. So, her list had grown smaller over the years and five names it was.
She found a decent inn but had to haggle with the owner. The dodgy old man got the wrong idea when he saw a loner girl travelling light. She knew what she looked like to him. She was thin, had a face too long and narrow, her dark hair brushing her shoulders. Her smile was wicked and she had no manners. Besides, her breeches and jacket of soft leather were too strange for the Seven Kingdoms. But then again Arya didn’t intend to disguise, she was perfectly happy to be taken for a foreigner. She did her best to sound like a Braavosi girl and kept speaking with thick accent when talking to the owner of the inn.
The room cost her a fortune even though there was only a used-up bed in it. Arya lay on it thinking where to start.
Dunsen… That was the first name on her list. She furrowed her brow trying to remember the ugly dirty face with large pores. The oaf who took away Gendry’s helmet. He was one of Gregor’s men, which meant she had to go either to Harrenhall where she’d seen him last or to Lannisport, to the Cleganes’ castle. That was, of course, if Dunsen was still alive. Arya really hoped he was. She took the coin out from the secret pocket and flipped it. The coin glinted in the dim light of a single candle and turned a few times before falling on Arya’s palm. Tails.
Arya Stark was going west, to Lannisport.