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Jamie, with Teralo and Emaya in tow strode towards where the wagons had been sequestered, it was currently a beehive of activity as porters reload goods back onto them. Meanwhile stable boys were seeing to the horses that pulled the heavily laden wagon. It being early dawn the air still had a bite in it and the breath of everyone formed a white steam with each exhale. The reckless young knight loved this time of day, were the sun shone all red and gold and shadows made sharp contrasts. One could also hear the first of the morning birds beginning their song.

And if he noticed his twin and Emaya had blushed redder then the rapidly raising sun he made no comment on it. Then again had he noticed he most likely wouldn't had said anything. The gods knew Jamie Winsler was no innocent in such matters and he actually in a way all unique to him supported whatever relationship Teralo had with Emaya. But then again he hadn't fixated as he was on his rapidly maturing plan. The gifts, the Dragon had seen the horse his twin had purchased. And a finer stallion he had never seen, it was almost a shame that it was for the Crown Prince Lionel. More so the surprise was that his brother knew the difference between a good horse and bad one, a skill he thought solely the warrior's. Then again Teralo was rather on the far side of extremely intelligent. But he knew his gift was going to truly shock perhaps even his knowledgeable brother let alone the half wits of House Damian.

Upon reaching his wagon Jamie, with the help of a nearby porter carried out a richly polished case of ebony, the size of a coffin it was set with the crest of House Damian and their motto. Setting it down careful so as not to scuff it's gloss Jamie stood a little straighter, as a herald would before announcing the match up at the joust.

"Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you a sight you'll never see ever again. In this box is an item of fantastic proportions, a gift even the Gods would be amazed at. And so without further ado I present to you The Dragon's gift to House Damian, and in particular our Crown Prince Lionel Damian, long may his line prosper." He spoke, somehow keeping a straight face when praising House Damian. And true to his word he opened the coffin sized box, the hinges pure silver that was polished to a blinding sheen so as to appear white.

Inside this richly made box ,nestled in the finest black silk, was a suit of valyrian steel armor. From elaborate scroll-work to the dark gray rippled patterns of the valyrian steel it showed itself to be armor fit for a warrior-king. Were valyrian steel swords were considered treasures this armor made of the near mythical metal was one of a kind. The sheer cost of it's production was no doubt mind blogging.

"Pretty impressive what a few mountains of gold will get a person these days. This armor was forged in Qohor, the only place that has smiths capable of reworking Valyrian steel. It took them 6 months to craft it. And so great was their shock when I placed the order that I had to pay the entire price upfront. Do you think Prince Lionel will like it? I ordered it to be adjustable so that should he gain either height or weight the armor will still fit him."

Here Jamie simply let his twin and Emaya take in the sight of the armor. For he had been speechless when he first saw the complete set. It was simply a master piece, the warrior who wore this armor would be blessed indeed. He had been tempted to keep it for himself, but it was part of the plan so he had the case made for it and packed it away against this day.

"So Teralo, I bet the entire cost of this armor you were wondering what exactly had I spent my fortune on." He spoke with a laugh, no need to spill the beans just yet. Let his twin and Kervall think he had turned over a new leaf." And what about your Lady, do you think Lionel will like it young Emaya?" Once more another laugh rang from his lips. It unlike his plan was no act. He was genuinely happy, this was the beginning of great things.

"Were is that laggard Kervall, I'll tan that servant's hide if he forgot about summoning our brother." Even these words were spoken with some mirth, especially the part about tanning the servant's hide. For Jamie had treated the servant's with nothing but kindness and indeed usually didn't bother them with much.