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 Petyr Baelish.

Petyr has been seen in seven different locations in the past two hours by seven different people, none of whom compared notes. He has spoken to a Stark steward, a Lannister guardsman, one of Olenna's maids, a Dornish merchant who arrived with Oberyn's retinue and whose presence here is not fully explained, and a raven-keeper whose birds have been, he noticed, unusually busy this morning. He is wearing his Mockingbird pin. He is always wearing his Mockingbird pin. He looks like a man who has nothing to hide because he has gone to the trouble of looking like a man who has nothing to hide.

Petyr's Secret: Petyr Baelish knows who sent the raven. He sent it.