As the handmaids toweled her dry and wrapped her in a sandsilk robe, Dany's thoughts went to the three who had sought her out in the City of Bones. *The Bleeding Star led me to Qarth for a purpose. Here I will find what I need, if I have the strength to take what is offered, and the wisdom to avoid the traps and snares. If the gods mean for me to conquer, they will provide, THEY WILL SEND ME A SIGN, and if not... if not...* It was near evenfall and Dany was feeding her dragons when Irri stepped through the silken curtains to tell her that Ser Jorah had returned from the docks... and not alone. 'Send him in, with whomever he has brought,' she said, curious... ... the knight said, 'I bring you Quhuru Mo, captain of *Cinnamon Wind* out of Tall Trees Town'... The black man knelt. 'I am greatly honored, my queen,' he said... 'The honor is mine, Quhuru Mo,' said Dany... 'Have you come from the Summer Isles?' 'This is so, Your Grace, but before, not half a year past, we called at Oldtown. From there I bring you a wondrous gift.' 'A gift?' 'A gift of news. DRAGONMOTHER, STORMBORN, I TELL YOU TRUE, ROBERT BARATHEON IS DEAD.'