A dwarf man and a bald man watch a fire priest preach beside a burning brazier in a crowded medieval square.

quare, the air thick with smoke and whispered fears, Tyrion Lannister stands beside the gaunt, scholarly half-maester. Around them, a crowd gathers, faces a mix of hope and dread, drawn to the fire priest whose hands dance over flickering flames. The priest’s robes, tattered and ash-stained, billow in the dry wind as he intones cryptic prophecies, his eyes gleaming with fervor beneath a crown of smoldering embers. The fire crackles and twists, casting dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls of the city, while the scent of burning incense and charred wood mingles with the dust. Tyrion’s sharp gaze flickers between the priest’s fiery visions and the uneasy crowd, the tension palpable as the flames reveal glimpses of fate and doom. See more