Two inextricable questions. [Koby watches Aemond work for a moment with a quietly bemused half-smile, before returning to typing up his notes. The stack of typed and handwritten notes tell an odd story -- prior to October, Koby was in the habit of jotting down observations in the moment, usually in messy shorthand or bullet-pointed lists, though he's careful to date everything so he knows if they're firsthand accounts or things he found out later. However, immediately after the account of Embry's death, the notes stop entirely, until the night of the Otherworld party, when a list of the guests attending is jotted on the back of a napkin. Nothing written during the actual game, aside from an elaborate spreadsheet of everyone's names and what he'd known about their roles.

This, Koby quickly reaches over and pulls from the stack, sticking it back into his bag.] Sorry. Forgot that was -- in there. [Then, refocusing:] You mentioned dragons live a very long time. Still, if Vhagar flew with your ancestors to conquer the kingdoms, she must be on the older side. Had she had riders before you?

[Typing for a moment -- a new page now, this one noting down Aemond's words nearly verbatim.] That's more than even just two questions. Do you mean what do I do or do I like it or my day-to-day or my society or geography or something else completely? [The name "Vhagar" is spelled correctly, against all odds -- Koby's see a family tree and is fairly familiarized with the naming customs of Targaryens -- though "Westerosi" has an "e" added to the end.] I guess in broad strokes, it's much better recently than it was for the first two years I was at sea. I grew up on an island, I only left when I was sixteen.