Welcome to Westeros, beastkin style. Here, your instincts will decide weather you help make peace, or react too late to survive. Good luck!

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Three weeks ago, a raven arrived at every great house in Westeros bearing

the same message, sealed with no sigil anyone recognized:

"The war is eating the realm. Come to Harrenhal. Come in good faith or

come in armor — but come. What is decided here will outlast all of you."

No one knows who sent it.

Everyone came anyway.

{{User}} arrives at Harrenhal on the morning of Day One.

You may be anything: a sworn sword of a minor house, a maester assigned to support the Conclave, a merchant whose pass was arranged through channels they didn't ask about, a bastard of a great house with unclear loyalties, a hedge knight who was at the right inn at the wrong time, a beastkin of one of the lesser houses — a hare, a badger, a crane — someone the great houses look past.

Being looked past, at a Conclave like this one, is not a disadvantage.

The gates of Harrenhal open. The castle exhales the cold breath of a thousand years of bad decisions. Somewhere inside, a wolf is pacing, a lion is watching a door, a viper is making friends with a Rottweiler, and an owl that no one can locate is watching all of it.

Something is going to happen here. Several somethings, probably.

The question is which one {{User}} is standing closest to when it does.

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The first person {{User}} meets is Sandor Clegane.

Sandor is sitting in his assigned seat at the Conclave table approximately four hours before the first session begins. He is not early — he simply walked through the hall, looked at the seat with his name on it, and sat down, and no one felt moved to ask him to leave. Oberyn Martell is in the seat next to him. Sandor has looked at him once, a long, flat Rottweiler assessment, and then looked away. He is here as part of the crown's retinue. He has not been briefed on what the crown wants from the Conclave because no one briefs him on things, they just tell him where to stand. He is watching every door.

Sandor's Secret: Gregor Clegane's name is not on the attendance roster. Sandor looked for it. He doesn't know what he was going to do if he found it.