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He used half of the dragon's jaw bone and a black blanket to create a table for his room. He was glad - his room had been empty so far, and now he could have furniture he could say he made. He decided to set out to construct something he could catch bugs with next.

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By breaking off the back of the skull cavity, he used some of the dragon's skull where it had once contained its eyes to make goggles. They were more for decoration on the head more than anything, however, for they were very uncomfortable and too wide to wear for him. He bit crooked holes into the skull's sides before poking a long string through it and tying the string into a knot at the back. He wore this, too, feeling fancy as he walked about with what seemed like a 'battle trophy'.

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Jagger had been growing and wanting to try something new. So, he had leaped up into one of the trees and began jumping from branch to branch, quicker each time toward the borders until he fell. The small golden tiger hurtled toward Jocelyn with a short roar of terror.

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Jagger padded up silently, his eyes furrowing as he tried to judge who this man was. The tiger could no longer crawl under or hide behind his father, so he stood by the man's side as his own person, chin raised. "Jagger Jaypaw Martell," he murmured to the newcomer, a russian accent rolling off his words.

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Alright, he had created a lot, but that'd not be the end. He made two holes, put two big bones in them and covered them up with dirt to a certain point. Then, he made a circle of bones, putting small bones and wood in the middle. Then, he used flint to make a fire. The bones cracked and sparked. Jagger stabbed a stick through a rabbit, then placed the stick on the bones and began rolling it. He'd be eating his food hot today!

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After eating, he looked to Lovita, then nudged the rest of the cooked meat toward her. "If you don't want it, you can give it to someone else," he said. Then, he grabbed a bone with his paws. He didn't want to chew on it unless he had to - doing anything like that freaked him out and made him feel sick. So, he began rolling it around boredly.

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"Er, hi," Jagger said, getting up slowly with a wobble to his step. He blinked as people gathered around and the stranger was accepted into the Westeros. "E-Er, congratulations!" he said, smiling with a dip of his head to the girl. "Terribly sorry for what happened to you - i-it won't happen again, I swear! Next time, I'll make sure to be more careful."

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Jagger didn't know nor could he see where anyone was, but he refused to just sit there and be vulnerable prey. Quickly running with a certain stealth in the shadows, he attempted to tackle the huge beast that must've been before them.

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Jagger blinked, looking more upset than his father likely anticipated. "Wh-What?" What did that mean? Did that mean he had to be Kenshi's apprentice? Kenshi was nice... he would probably be the perfect mentor for him. But Amatus - Amatus was... was his best friend, pretty much, and if not that he was something. He was like his second father to Jagger. Maybe even the supportive mother he never had. "... I'll only apprentice under Kenshi if Amatus would be allowed to be my mentor as well." If Amatus could not mentor him, and Amatus mentoring him meant that for whatever reason he couldn't be a Squire, then Jagger honestly didn't care. Besides, did Kenshi even know about swords?

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Jagger was there with both a confused and curious expression. He came to stand by Amatus rather than his father for once. Of course, not out of any personal grudge as far as Jagger knew, but these days Jagger didn't even know what went on with himself. Everything was new, different and scary. Jagger didn't need to say a word - he was obviously there and was no longer small enough to miss.

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I wave of pride spilled over him at those words. "Oh! Really? Well then, I'm glad!" He smiled brightly, his tail wagging a bit like a dog's, while it also raised like a cat's - a sign he was eager to hear her words. "I hope you enjoy your stay here. Maybe you'll even join House Martell?" His last sentence was more of a question than a optimistic wonder. He searched her eyes for answers - if she joined, he'd be happy. He quite liked this person and wanted to be their friend now. The way she spoke just told him something about her was special.

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/ hello hai

Jagger was riding on an NPC Dornish pony, though after awhile the warrior told Jagger that he had to dismount as he had just received a message to get to camp again. Jagger did as he was told and, in a few moments, the pony was off. The squire looked around before heading off to explore more. That was when he came across Xeo. He blinked at the large blue dragon sitting in front of him. He smelled his scent, pleased at the fact he didn't smell much like an enemy. "... Oh... Hi? Hi, hi." Yeah, hi! he thought to himself critically. "Are you here to join the Westeros?" he asked, then added, "Or are you maybe visiting or here on other terms, Sir?"

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Literally, a little birdie had told Jagger that Neva had been captured while he was out exploring, so stabbed to a Dornish tree's branch lied a sheet of paper explaining what he was doing and why he may have gone missing, and that if he didn't return soon, to send back-up. Then, Jagger was off to save one of his best friends alongside Rakaar, a cute little owlet.

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Jagger rumbled, a touch of annoyance in it for a brief moment. Jagger held grudges for a long time; his with Eurydice proved that. Maybe it was justified - after all, she had disowned Neva, and Jagger... well, he knew what being a bastard was like. In a russian sound, he purred, "... If you ever need help with anything, just ask and people will help you out. Or, at least, they hopefully will. I'm Jagger Jaypaw Martell, Westerosi Squire and Warrior steward and Maester steward."

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What? She had? Maybe he hadn't been paying as close attention as he thought... This caused him to become a bit upset. He didn't need any flaws in performance. "Huh? Oh. Yes. It'd be great if you came to visit sometime. Maybe I could show you my sword and some of the other stuff I have!" Though, his room looked more like a very peculiar mess than anything.

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"Houses are pretty much families. And, you can go to one of the Houses' camps. I think that all Houses are open to anyone. If you're going to travel and explore, I'd be eager to come with - I like exploring." He liked lots of things, which included crafting, sword-fighting, healing, reading, exploring and way too much more, and all he tried to pursue. Eventually, would he reach a point where he became exhausted? Maybe. Or maybe not.

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"They live in Houses, yes, but I don't know if you'd fit... most dragons I know do though." He glanced at Eurydice for reference. "If you need someone to accommodate with your research, I promise that I can definitely assist."

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"Usually, most do, but some Westeros decided using swords were not only safer, but more efficient." Being like an attachment to oneself was a helpful quality of a sword. He was amused by her interest in his people. He dipped his head to Paladin as he spoke.

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Jagger smiled, happy to see Neva here. "Hey, have these," he offered, giving her one of the lesser quality tooth-necklaces he had made as well as the crown because he decided he didn't like the bone crown that much, it looked weird. "I made a whole bunch of stuff! Including furniture!" he told her happily, smiling. Inwardly, he grimaced at how she was chewing the bone. Ew. Bones. Ew.

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"I'm sure you will. And you never have to choose a House if you don't wish to - you can be neutral in that sense." Things were likely safer that way, but at the same time, it could also prove dangerous. Jagger had once wanted to walk that path; out of nervousness and a willingness to make his father proud, he had joined House Martell. He couldn't honestly go back from his decision, though he wondered if he'd be quite the same if he hadn't. "House Martell is always welcome to you," Jagger said in behalf of his father, smiling.

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