[diceroller4]

After several very bad days in a row Arya has really hoped today would be different. So far she had no such luck. First her father had been hurt, then just as it seemed like he was getting better the King died. Things had been pure chaos after that. Men tried to take her from her dance lesson, one of the Kingsguard among them. She got away but she hadn't seen Syrio since. She didn't think he had made it. She had spent days on the street, trying to get by with nothing but the clothes on her back and the thin sword at her hip. Then the worst. Her own father was...

She didn't remember much after that. She some how ended her down by the docks. She remembered seeing someone in the distance that she thought was was Syrio. She had rushed to catch up to him, getting lost in the crowd of sailors and dock hands, but once she got close she could see that is wasn't him, just someone with a passing resemblance.

After getting her hopes up if even for just a moment the realization was like a fresh blow. She hadn't payed attention to where she was going after that. Until she hear a commotion and saw some of the Goldcloaks poking around. Afraid that they might be looking for her she found herself a hiding spot, her small sized letting her slip into a small a mostly full crate easily enough.

She wasn't sure how long she hid there before she felt the crate getting lifted and moved. She had panicked at first but then the crate was set back down and she realized that the gentle rocking she felt was because she had had been placed abord one of the ships. She didn't dare leave her hiding space until she was sure there was no one to catch her thought she she tried to bide her time. As hungry and tired as she was she probably shouldn't have been surprised that she eventually nodded off, the gentle rocking of the ship lulling her to sleep.

Which lead to her latest problem. Namely getting woken up by a very disgruntled sailor. She was still trying to wake up enough to figure out what was going on as she was drug out of her hiding spot by someone who seemed to be doing a lot of yelling and cursing without actually really saying anything. Arya of course responded on instinct, kick and trying to draw her sword. It did her little good and soon she was swordless and being dragged out onto the deck, her feet nearly leaving the ground as both her small wrists were held together above her head in a single large hand. In such a position she neither kick, nor punch, nor bite at her captor and her Needle was in the sailor's free hand.

It wasn't till she was brought out into the bright light and of morning sun that she got a look around and realized they weren't in port any more. Some time after she fell asleep the ship had apparently left King's Landing, and taken her with it. She stopped her futile struggles briefly as that sunk in. Where were they going? More immediately where was she being dragged off to? Most importantly of all, what was going to happen to her?