[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] Traders’ Docks[/center][hr]

The docks were still in the early morning of the Winter Solstice. Yet beyond the wall, the Castle began to wake in preparation for the Crown Princess's coronation. Last minute purchases would be made and the Traders' from the Land of Long Nights were eager to sell their best items; however, there was one booth that remained empty. 
Cuyler wandered the deck of the ship he traveled in on, double checking that the masts and bindings were properly stored and tied for their remaining time there. He had just finished transferring his remaining items onto the dock below when a scurrying noise caught his attention. A low growl sounded, leading Cuyler to turn around and investigate what was about to attack. He crossed his arms and gave his Night Transformer a look. Thia, and her pure viscious nature immediately dropped to the deck and rolled over, belly exposed and with her tongue lolling out to the side, seemed to grin at Cuyler. 
[color=pink]"I think I prefer the wolf better."[/color] In response Thia sneezed before righting herself and trotted over to the young man. He bent down, scratched between her ears and tossed her a chunk of meat. 
Cuyler smirked and stood back up, looking around the boat once again before sighing. This crossing would be Cuyler's last one for awhile. Over the last few years he had been selling more and more at each Traders' Market, saving every cent for this moment when he would dedicate the winter to finding who attacked his village all those years ago. Cuyler's concentration was interrupted by three distinct footsteps echoing along the dock. He moved towards the stern, the wind blowing along the exposed places of his face until he stopped and placed his hands along the soft wood of the boat and watched the people approach. Even from the distance, he recognized the three people and took a moment to watch them, listening to the voices as they were carried to him from the generous wind. 
As they neared, Cuyler moved over and hopped over the gunwale and onto the ramp before jumping down onto the dock. Here he gathered a few of his belongings and started moving them to his room at the Hefring. He would have to hurry now as Cuyler was hoping Arya needed a last minute gift for the future Queen, like so many others would.