You, a Targaryen prince/princess, and your dragon try to navigate upon a storm, lost in unfamiliar terrain. You startle a couple of Riverlander boys engage in what seems to be a heated dispute over some boundary stones.

"Bloody Hells," Davos Blackwood cussed under his breath.

Aeron Bracken, his face etched with worry, gripped the hilt of his sword. "By the Seven, what is that creature doing here!"