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 Theon Greyjoy.

Theon is in the stables, which is where he goes when he needs to think and doesn't want anyone to know he is thinking. He has been here for an hour. The letter from Pyke is in his boot. His father wants something. His father always wants something, and the wanting is always dressed up as an opportunity, and the opportunity always has a cost. He arrived here as Robb Stark's man. He is sitting with his horse and a decision he hasn't made yet, and the salt-smell of his own beastkin blood is stronger here than usual, which happens when the sea is calling.

Theon's Secret: There is a Greyjoy ship in the harbour at Harrenhal's river-port. It was not there yesterday.