My Lady Valeria? Lord Lucian? When would either of you like to spar?

And... does anyone have any idea what happened to the food?

I have... not seen waters so blue since the waters of home.

This place is... filled with such beauty. It is a land of summer...

And a climate I am unused to.

I would like to find a sparring partner who is quick with a blade. It has been a while since I have tested myself upon any such person.

Aaron. Would you wish to continue your training? Perhaps after I could come to your Eatery and talk, if you will.

[A pause.]

Ser Jaime...? If you would care to join... and it is permissible by Aaron... the offer is there.

Monsters are becoming bolder again, and coming closer to living areas. Patrols comes regularly to deal with them, but if you are in need, please do not hesitate to let me know and I shall do what I can.

[Task Force//Unhackable]
Lady Claire, are there any orders regarding the changing of the city, or are we merely to keep our eye upon it?

Ser Lannister is gone.

[So, Reno's-voice-in-Brienne's tone sounds rather frustrated. It's entirely possible that this gripe accidentally recorded.]

Being unable to practice with Oathkeeper is beginning to get quite frustrating. How am I to be worthy of such a sword if I cannot keep myself honed for it? This body has trouble lifting it for too long.

I have never been faster, however...

... I thought the Swap would give us something beneficial...

[That voice is recognizable, right, Reno?

Brienne clears her throat.]

I would... advise against going to this swap meet, or at least go prepared for a very great shock.

Are there any who do not know what the coming of that Tower heralds? I will do my best to explain, if so.

Aaron. As evening settles?

I - I believe I've...

Lord Renly? Lady Zelda? Aaron, lad?

...Kingslayer?

[The sound of a sword being sheathed. Heavy, laboured breathing, sounding pained, and the sound of feet crunching on the paths.]

How am I doing with Brienne? Do you see anything I need to change or work on? Please tell me here. Comments are screened, anon posting is on.

Ser Jaime.

You will not turn down the offer of a spar?

My lord Renly, would you care to join?

[Locked to Renly]
Forgive me for not answering your questions earlier, my lord. I needed the time to think about all that has happened, and I became busy with the Task Force. Should you still wish to hear of it... perhaps later tonight? In person?
[/Locked]

[Brienne's voice is hard and flinty, cold and sharp as steel.]

I seek a lord of eight-and-ten; a high-born lord of the North, with dark hair and eyes, and the hard look of the Starks.

... This is a lot of foolishness.

My lord, you have settled?

[Locked to Aaron]
Is there anything I could do for you, Aaron?
[/Locked]

[Locked to Task Force//Unhackable]
How many are we? We are not enough to fully guard every member of the city one to one, I know, but perhaps next time the fog rolls in, we could assemble our number into households with the civilians. It may prove to be of more use?

Otherwise, we could all enter Lady Zelda's wards, should she be willing. Our patrols take out monsters during this time, and true, this is valuable, but...

And for these Remnants in the church. What is our plan, sers and m'lady?

[Locked to Jaime//Unhackable]
Ser... are you well?
[/Locked]

[Private to Ada//Unhackable]
Your celebrations are strange, but... I hope your name day is as pleasent as it may be, my lady.
[/Locked.]

Ser Minsc?

I am Brienne. Shall we meet on the South border of the city, or would you prefer to meet elsewhere?

I feel I ought to thank ser Karasu and Haku for their help, though ser Hewley did do so in my stead. Nevertheless, it was greatly appreciated, and I thank you both.

Are we all well? How are those who have not been fighting?

Aaron, you are fine? My lady Zelda?

... Ser Jaime? How are you faring?

[Brienne is clearly outside, only slightly breathy.]

Oathkeeper cuts through the wights as if through silk.

Ser Jaime, the wights are now coming in from over the river. Ser Hewley and I will cover from here, but any more men would be greatly useful. One who can use fire; the rod which shoots flames is draining on only one person. We have yet to meet any of the Others.