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[dragonwarder]

Relative quiet, then.
I do not have great interest in busy places, just now.

[She's still upset about the whole Antarctica thing.]

[northerndragon]

I saw some of the others speaking of New Casablanca. There is still New Cairo, or New Oslo, though they are not what they were a few moons ago.

I'd like to go somewhere warm.

[There are ways in which New Amsterdam is more than enough of his idea of warm, and ways in which he means "I'd like to go somewhere that isn't rubble," but the latter is near to impossible at the moment. What he would like is to get away from Red Wings and people sending each other angry missives for everyone else to see and thinking of his dead neighbors and everything else. For a few days, if he can.

Maybe he'd also like to spend that time with her.]

[dragonwarder]

That is unlike you.
But I have had enough of the cold, myself.

Shall it be New Casablanca, then?
I sorely doubt we will be missed for the time being.

[Just give her some sun, some wine, and maybe a beach.]

[northerndragon]

It isn’t. Time was when all I wanted to do was go as far south as I could. A year or two ago, after I left the Watch. Even a Northman can have enough of freezing.

[And of people doing whatever they can to stop his attempts to keep them alive.]

New Casablanca sounds as good as anywhere else. I’ll try to find a place to stay without too many rats, if the coin allows.

When should I say we’re going? They’ll want to know the days.

[dragonwarder]

It should not be a large challenge.
There are so few rats left in this world.

The less coin, the better.

[She has no job now, after all.]

I suppose that depends on how soon you will be ready to depart.
I've already gathered what belongs to me.

[She was going to leave for some time regardless of whether or not Jon had proposed it to her.]

[northerndragon]

The case I have for Longclaw is a case for a guitar. A guitar is like a lute — like enough to a lute. I can’t carry a sword on my belt, but there is room enough in it for other things.

It isn’t the work of an hour to fill it with clothes. You don’t want a few days?

[dragonwarder]

I would rather hope you would not need the sword.

[But it couldn't hurt, especially lately.]

A few days to sit in rubble and think?
No.
I do not want a few days.

[northerndragon]

I’ll be at your door in an hour, then, unless you want to meet me at Red Wings. I don’t think either of us should go down to the gate alone. Not after everything that’s happened.

Do you want me to carry some of your things in this case?

[Courtesy! The case is much larger than a saddlebag, and if it was a saddlebag, he would still offer.]

I promised the man who gave me the sword that I would never lose it. I can’t leave it behind while I’m in another city. Not now.

[dragonwarder]

I will meet you at Red Wings.
I have a stop to make a long the way.

[Which is a polite decline on the carrying things front. But maybe they can talk about that once they're gone from the city.]

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[northerndragon]

[He doesn’t ask her where she’s stopping. He wants to know, but it isn’t his business — not really. She will tell him if she wishes.

When she arrives at Red Wings, he’s standing outside of it, leaning against the wall with a guitar case propped up next to him. No one else is around. His smile is slight but genuine, and he lifts his hand in a little wave.]

All ready?

It’s strange to set out on a journey at this time of day.

[Not, he means, at the earliest light, though it still won’t be too late when they reach their destination.]