Kinvara and Quaithe lead you to the personal residence of Xaro Xhoan Daxos, one of the merchant princes of Qarth. It is not Xaro himself that they are there to see. Instead, it is a guest of his.
After turning Aerion over to the stablehands, you enter the residence alongside the red priestess and the masked shadowbinder. You are greeted by a large dark-skinned man in elaborate robes. He definitely gives off the impression of a rich man. You could probably live in luxury for ten years just from all the money the rings on his fingers are worth.
"Ah, Quaithe, Kinvara," Xaro Xhoan Daxos says upon seeing the two women. Obviously, he is acquainted with both of them. "So good of you to come. But who is this?"
"The name is Brynden, milord," you announce, dipping your head in respect, "Or do you prefer 'Your Grace?' Forgive me; I do not know the proper way to address a merchant prince."
Xaro scoffs. "I am content with 'milord.' What brings you to my humble residence?"
It can hardly be classified as humble. Despite that, you explain to the man "I just arrived in Qarth today, and I am searching for employment. These two lovely ladies have told me that someone living here maybe willing to hire me as a bodyguard."
"Oh, have they now?" says Xaro, gazing over at Kinvara and Quaithe, who lightly nod to confirm. The merchant prince shrugs and mutters "Very well. Come with me. I will take you to her."
Xaro Xhoan Daxos escorts you and your two female companions to the residence's guest chambers. You are intrigued to discover there are a lot of Dothraki in that area. Three of them are standing guard outside the door to one particular chamber. They look intimidating and formidable, but they allow you, Kinvara, Quaithe and Xaro to enter the chamber.
There are five other people inside that room. They are crowded around a desk. Two of them are Dothraki girls with the same long dark hair, tanned skin, and almond-shaped eyes. A third is a girl with sandy blond hair, and she seems to be from the Free City of Lys. The fourth one - and only male - is a tall man with a thick bear and thinning hairline. He has the look of someone from the Seven Kingdoms.
All of them are standing around the desk, and they are either speaking to and tending to the fifth one, who is actually seated at the desk. She is the youngest of the five, and - by far - the most beautiful one. She is a few years older than you, and she is a blonde, with mesmerizing violet eyes. However, she has the lightest shade of blond hair you have ever seen. It is almost white. Not even the Lannisters have such bright hair. In fact, there is only one family you can think of whose members have even brighter hair than that. That is when you wonder; could this girl actually be...?
"My queen, Daenerys Targaryen," Xaro Xhoan Daxos proclaims in a loud, flamboyant tone, "I have received three visitors who seek an audience with you."
The seated girl turns in the direction of the merchant prince, and she remarks "I thank you for bringing them to me, Xaro."
The dark-skinned man nods and swiftly exits the room. As you suspected, this woman is Daenerys Targaryen.
The tall bearded man steps forward and asks suspiciously "What business would you three have with the Mother of Dragons?"
"I have no additional premonitions to share," Quaithe admits, "But I believe my counsel would still be beneficial to her."
"R'hllor smiles upon you, Daenerys Targaryen," Kinvara declares, "Dragons are the embodiment of fire, the object of my faith's worship. The Lord of Light has guided me to you, so that I may serve you in his place."
Daenerys Targaryen nods at that, and then she turns her gaze towards you. "What of you, good ser?"
"I am not a 'ser,' Your Grace," you confess. You then draw your sword, step forward, place the tip of the blade on the ground, and declare "Even so, I would like to offer my services, as well."
"Your accent..." Daenerys remarks, "Are you from the Seven Kingdoms?"
"Yes, Your Grace," you confirm, "Alas, there was nothing for me back there, and the realm is on the verge of collapse. Thus, I elected to leave those lands in search of better opportunity. I wish to give you my sword. If you would have it."
What does Daenerys do?
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