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Drum Tower, Painted Table Chamber.

Gryn stood with both hands braced against the edge of the map table, its intricate carvings depicting Westeros. His gaze slowly swept over every inch of "land" upon it.

Lord Davos glanced at Gryn and said respectfully, "Lord Gryn, according to the agreement between His Majesty Stannis and yourself, this place belongs to you from this moment onward. My task is complete."

Gryn lifted his eyes from the map and stared at Davos for a moment. He gave a slight nod and said, "You have my thanks."

He beckoned him over, his tone mild. "Come here, Lord Davos."

A trace of confusion appeared on Lord Davos's face. He looked at Gryn, then stepped toward the map table.

Gryn shifted a few steps as well. Reaching out, he patted Davos on the arm and turned his gaze back to the map table. "You allowed me to take possession of Dragonstone Island without trouble. I ought to reward you."

At this, Davos quickly bowed his head. "My lord, I was merely carrying out the duty entrusted to me. It truly does not merit a reward. Besides... you personally knighting my eldest son was already an immense honor for House Seaworth. I will certainly remember your kindness."

Gryn smiled. "Dale Seaworth was knighted because he was outstanding enough himself, and because I firmly believe he will not disgrace the title of knight."

He raised a hand to stop Davos, who was about to speak, and continued, "What I intend to reward you with is some information about the Red Keep. The Red Keep has never had any real secrets, after all. Consider it a small token of gratitude for your diligence."

Gryn walked a few steps before stopping. His hand passed over the Stormlands on