A field outside Pentos.

After the relatively short flight to Pentos, the dragons eventually set down, after the queen had instructed them circle the city, high in the sky, but able to be seen. After the circle, they set down, and waited for representatives to come to them.

The whole process reminded her of her tour with her dead husband, which immediately put her into a foul mood.

"A kings guard and one other must remain with the dragons at all times. If trouble starts, the priority is to set them loose, so they can at least. Return to the dragonmont." She's instructed those gathered.

Rhaena didn't roll her eyes at the look, but she sorely wished to. "It isn't the same person the entire time."

"As you like, Lady Commander." Baelon shrugged. "Guess that leaves Lyonel and Matarys with the first shift. Sincerest apologies, sers." He gave the two men a nod, and turned toward the city. "Slow on the welcome party. Fucking Pentoshi. Probably can't get their fat asses ahorse to come greet us."

"Not saddle sore. More dry of throat." He held up a wineskin, upending it without a drop falling out. "Ran out somewhere just past Dragonstone. Knew I should have brought two or three, but Faelina can be very distracting when saying goodbye. Barely got my trousers on in time to leave with you lot, much less packed properly."

Baelon uncorked the skin and took a sniff. His face twisted into a grimace upon the realization that it was water. "Thank you, my dear, but no thank you. The Gods gifted us with strong drink for a reason, leaving water for the animals. I'll wait until I can get something with a little flavor." He recorked the skin and tossed it back to Yana.