Bryggan, upon hearing of the dissolution of the WotN and the reestablishment of the Hounds, quickly mounted his horse. He knew Jona of old, and felt a personal meeting was required.
He pushed his faithful courser to the limits, and ended up in Sargoth in two days. He was disarmed by the Hound guards and led into the great hall. "My good Lord Jona," he started, but Jona cut him off.
"Fuck off with the titles, Bryggan," he growled.
Bryggan laughed. "Bloody hell, Jona," he said, "for such an awesome fighter, you are such a noob. Titles are why most players play strat! Now then, i've ridden hard for two days, and we have a lot to discuss. I think a good start would be a drink."
"Certainly," Jona said, and poured Bryggan a goblet of what appeared to water. And, when Bryggan tasted it, it was water. Which made him cough and sputter, as he was unused to such a libation.
"Sorry, all I have to offer is water," Jona responded, "I got a little carried away of late, so I gave my good man Redgar the keys to the cellar. And, according to my orders, he is hiding for several days so I can get my affairs in order... and actually remember what affairs I put in order.
"But still, it's always good to see an old friend and an even older enemy," Jona continued, "and my guards tell me that you claimed to have a lot to discuss with me. Well I'm all ears."
Bryggan glanced at his water, then shifted his gaze back to Jona. The same casual appearance, the seemingly bored attitude, but that flicker of ferocity behind those impassive eyes. A dangerous enemy, but a very good ally. Then he looked at his goblet of water again. Water! "Nah, nothing important," Bryggan responded, "nothing that can't wait a few days. Just a congrats on being your own faction again." Then he looked at the water again. "I guess I'll be going then," he said, "just stopped by to say 'hi'"
Jona saw him off at the city gates, all smiles and politness. But Bryggan left Sargoth feeling miserable. "There is no point to a diplomatic mission", he thought, "if you can't have a grand old pissup with a gent like Jona."
And, feeling quite let down, he rode his horse sadly into the distance.