You are met by someone

As you gallop alongside the Brimstone towards Hellholt, you spot something outside the fortress when you are just a couple miles away from it. You concentrate for a moment, and you realize it is a small group of riders.

They appear to be armed, so you place your hand on the hilt of your sword, but you do not draw it. You do not wish to give them reason to attack you.

Before long, the riders are upon you. There are four of them in total. Interestingly, all four are women. Dornishwomen, based on their complexions.

The oldest of them appears to be in her late thirties or early forties. Nevertheless, she has to be among the top five most beautiful women you have ever seen.

The other three are all in their twenties. One of them is carrying a spear, another is carrying a whip, and the third is dressed like a septa.

It occurs to you that these must be Ellaria Sand and the three eldest Sand Snakes (Oberyn Martell's daughters). From what you recall, the one with the spear must be Obara, the one with the whip must be Nymeria, and the one dressed like a septa must be Tyene. They are Ellaria's stepdaughters.

The four gorgeous but deadly women gradually surround you and Aerion. They do not appear hostile, but you remain on your guard.

"Good day, miladies," you tell them courteously.

"And to you," the oldest woman returns. She sounds friendly enough. "What brings you to these parts?"

"I am looking for work," you claim. That is partly true. You are also looking for some motherly attention, but you decide not to mention that for now.

"You're not a Dornishman," the spear-wielder observes, "You've come a long way south for work."

"I like to leave no stone unturned," you say plainly, "I am a man of many trades. Maybe I could be useful."

"Maybe you could," the oldest woman remarks, looking you over. It is as though she is implying you'd be useful the way a man is useful to a woman. You hope that is the case. "My name is Ellaria. These girls are Obara, Nymeria, and Tyene. What is your name?"

"Brynden," you tell her. You gesture to your horse and added in "This is Aerion. He's been my faithful companion since I was a lad."

"Then how old are you?" asks Nymeria.

"Six and ten," you say, "I will be seven and ten soon."

"Aren't you a little young to be traveling alone?" Tyene notes.

"I've been doing it most of my life," you state, "My family died when I was very young. I've been on my own almost as far back as I can remember."

The women seem slightly dismayed by that news. Ellaria's horse trots forward, and she says "I am sorry for your loss. No one should have to go through life alone."

"I agree," you comment, "Alas, I have gotten by this far. While I manage well enough, there are still times when I yearn for some company."

By now, Ellaria's horse is right next to yours. She smiles and leans forward. Without any warning whatsoever, she places a kiss on your lips. You are surprised and delighted at the same time.

"Consider that your greeting to Dorne," she tells you. You wouldn't mind be "greeted" more than that. "Follow us; we'll take you to Hellholt."

You comply with her instructions. However, as you near the seat of House Uller, you start to feel lightheaded and disoriented. At first, you think it may be sunstroke. But that is unlikely. Before long, you feel as though you are gradually fading out of consciousness. You brace yourself against Aerion, and you pass out

You wake up...