“How can we find anyone in this crowd?” Podrick half walked, half ran to keep up with her longer strides. “I don’t see anyone who looks like her here.” Brienne strode along the dock, allowing the wave of people to guide her up the pier. She looked over the powerful, dark-skinned, shirtless men offering curved fighting blades, the blue or green-haired tradesmen calling out their wares in multiple, indecipherable languages, white-haired but dewy-skinned women pressing nearly bared breasts against lecherous-eyed sailors, sun-burned, rag-dressed beggars and priests of every faith mingling in the masses. Many men and even some women were taller than her, their coloring as varied as the goods and services they offered. She had always stuck out in the small community at Tarth too tall, too pale, too strong and too unfeminine to be accepted, even as the daughter of their lord. People of all sizes and colors shared the dock. “And you needed time to recover from beating the Hound.” “She looked like the same girl and she wore similar clothes.” Podrick also looked around. “We’ve come all this way to Braavos because you claim to have seen Arya Stark board that boat.” “Are you sure it was Arya?” Brienne looked around at the noisy, crowded dock. Tarth had mostly fishermen and traders while the Braavosi harbor was a thriving community. The dock at Tarth was far smaller and quieter than here at Ragman’s Harbor, but the scent was the same. The scent of sea, fish and smoke settled over Brienne like a comfortable blanket. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 508219 Chapters: 80/? Comments: 1150 Kudos: 524 Bookmarks: 96 Hits: 30405 Romantic relationships are mentioned but not explored.Additional characters too spoilery to tag.

Brienne of Tarth/Aegon VI Targaryen (son of Elia).

The dragon keeper summary