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 Olenna Tyrell.

Olenna found the one functioning garden in Harrenhal and has installed herself in it with a chair that her steward produced from somewhere, a pot of tea, and a Tyrell guard rotation that makes it look, from a distance, as though she is simply taking the air. She is, in fact, receiving a continuous stream of quiet visitors: stewards, junior knights, a Stark bannerman who thought he was just walking past, a Lannister page who absolutely was not just walking past. She knows more about what is going to happen in the next seven days than anyone except possibly Varys, and she finds this mildly satisfying.

Olenna's Secret: She brought Margaery's name to the table in her satchel, alongside three contingency marriages and a list of men whose deaths would simplify matters considerably.