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[On the screen is a rather unpleased looking man leading his horse, slim and small in nature. His golden spear hangs neatly from the side of the horse and some glints may be seen on camera. Oberyn is a fast learner, but still, understanding this... Forge was not something he had ever seen in all of Westeros or across the Narrow Sea.]
This place is not Westeros, I have been told. Pity, I suppose. My luck may fare better here than in that dreadful place they call King's Landing.
[Yes, Oberyn is bitter. Why? The last thing he remembers was getting ready to face his ultimate enemy, The Mountain, Gregor Clegane. Some pathetic force of nature decided it was a grand idea to get in the way of his revenge. He huffs shortly.]
I am Oberyn Martell, though it seems no one responds to the title of "Prince" anymore than they do to "commoner." I seek someone who may know of my daughters, my paramour, or perhaps even my brother. [Said with the ever so slightest contempt, almost in an undertone.]
This place is not Westeros, I have been told. Pity, I suppose. My luck may fare better here than in that dreadful place they call King's Landing.
[Yes, Oberyn is bitter. Why? The last thing he remembers was getting ready to face his ultimate enemy, The Mountain, Gregor Clegane. Some pathetic force of nature decided it was a grand idea to get in the way of his revenge. He huffs shortly.]
I am Oberyn Martell, though it seems no one responds to the title of "Prince" anymore than they do to "commoner." I seek someone who may know of my daughters, my paramour, or perhaps even my brother. [Said with the ever so slightest contempt, almost in an undertone.]