The scouting crew returns without dragon eggs, but with a very injured Tito. I make a feeble attempt at suggesting the lizard lion they encountered is a bad omen for our journey, but my concerns are waved off by the crew, and they prepare to search for dragon eggs elsewhere as we are clearly not in Valyria. Before sunset, we begin traveling south.
I wake to the sound of rocks scraping on the hull of our ship. I arrive on the deck to arrogant Teddy boasting about his sailing skills, and they rejoice in the opportunity to explore the shore after clumsily passing around the pair of far eyes. My mates appear to be glass-half-full kind of people. I decide to stay on board with Tito to keep an eye out on the horizon, but it is not long until they come back with an injured Denys. It seems that we are dropping like flies!
On our third trip ashore, I insist that, in consideration of the future of House Jasper, Lord and heir Theodore stay on board of the Rambis while the others scout out the seemingly deserted city in front of us. With what appears to be a hint of relief in his voice, Teddy agrees and thanks me for my wisdom. I only hope we have a crew to sail the lording and me back to Westeros when all of this is over.