Hey, the sun was low in the west by the time they saw the lake.

Its waters glimmering red and gold, bright as a sheet of a beaten copper.

When they glimpse the turrets of the inn above some willows,

Dunk dawned his sweaty tunic once again

and stopped to splash some water on his face.

He washed off the dust of the road, best he could and ran wet fingers through his thick mop

of sun-streaked hair.

There was nothing to be done for his size or the scar that marked his cheek, but he wanted to make himself appear somewhat less of the wild robber

knights. He's working against everything he's got by trying to look less.

Walking up to the edge of a lake to sloshed dirty water through your hair.

Don't be ashamed of who you are.

The right answer when, oh jeez.

Trying to look a little presentable like he belongs there.

He didn't hit any knots apparently, or George felt fit to leave that out. So good for him.

Can't be that long. So true. Welcome to part two of the Mystery Night. So excited. We've had such an exciting week.

The vibes are high. We're fresh off the trailer.

And now we get to dive back into Dragon Talk.

So the Dance of Dragons, 129 to 131 AC, and this is around 221 to 2.21 to a. There you go so a hundred years

loved getting back with our boys and have been too long

like I said dunk does not need to make himself look less. Just go in there.

So what does he do with that scenario? Best advice.

I understand that you got a shirt on.

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