Steel and Swords - C1 - Blood and AleThe air tasted the same way it always did; full of salt, blood and alcohol with a subtle war song after-kick. Even with the fabric covering her nose and mouth, she could still taste it. It made her heave.Astraia arrived that morning on one of the many ships that came and went as frequently as the sun rose and set; and as she departed small rickety vessel and walked along the streets of the Capital, it occurred to her that nothing ever really changed on the Iron Islands. The same boats were tied to the dock, the same traders peddled their wears in the streets, the same bars were still frequented by the same faces and the dead were always hon