Talk to all the Magmars . One pulls a toasty Quick Ball from no where ! <| sep |> btw down vote me as much as u want faggits , u know I ' m telling the truth . <| sep |> I don ' t know about you guys , but I ' m searching every square inch of that zeppelin for a name . Dice isn ' t fooling me ! I know there ' s secrets to your balloon ! <| sep |> They are bred to be smaller . <| sep |> 911 R , GT 3 , GT 3 RS , base Cayenne ? Am I forgetting any ? <| sep |> There IS a silver lining ! <| sep |> Reduced to errand boy ? Valarr could have scowled , but what good would it do him ? He nodded and walked off to seek out the Velaryon knight . It took him several minutes and when he finally found him , Orys was deep in conversation with a handful of men from the three longships that would be darting between patrols as messengers . The pair returned swiftly enough , and a strange pair they were . Orys was older than Valarr by several years , a short , plump man with a bushy beard obscuring his deformed face . Brown haired and blue eyed , he bore no resemblance to the Valyrian beside them even though he was his uncle . Am I needed , Your Grace ? Orys asked , almost timidly . He was a good servant , but leadership hadn ' t yet clicked .