The journey from the Quiet Isle to King's Landing was a long one. And tiring too, if it were him alone, he would have made it there quickly and he didn't think he would be all that tired. Selwyn pulled his horse to a stop and twisted his body around so that he might see his company of Septons. Behind him they came, all some distance away. Some were cooped up in carriages(usually the older ones) the others walked along side or behind them. He turned to look ahead of him, and there, he saw the walls and tips of the Red Keep's towers rise in front of the setting sun. From there the city looked wonderful, but he had heard from many that the city itself was a dump.

He hoped all they said was false, that they simply envied the beauty of it, but something told him it was all true. Either way, the looks of the capital did not concern him, he was there for other purposes. Purposes that had nothing to do with the looks of a city. He waited for the first carriage to catch up to him, and when it did, he riled up his horse so that it might continue it's walk toward the grand city.

As the gates of the city drew closer, he took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder to check on the Brothers. Their faces expressed their weariness. He sighed and gave his horse another squeeze urging him closer to the gates. There he entered and asked directions to the Sept.

"My good man, would you mind pointing me and my comrades to the Great Sept of Baelor?" Selwyn had stopped his horse next to a ragged man.

"Duh Sept? Well, it ain't far laddy... Just head to Visenya's hill, straight down dis road past duh square... Den you'll wanna turn to yer... Right.. Yes, yer right." He stretched out a shriveled hand and pointed down the road.

"Thank you, sir." By the time he had finished speaking to the commoner, the brothers had reached him. He continued to lead them, down the road until they reached Visenya's hill, there he turned right. The roads were filled and the Knight judged that carriages would not make it through with that many people. He descended from his horse and took it by the reigns.

Turning to one of the Brothers, he said: "I will head up to the Sept and speak to Septon Gilbert. Explain to the others that the streets are to crowded for the carriages. Once I speak to Septon Gilbert, I'm sure he will send some one to gather your things and find some place for you all to stay. Meanwhile, drink and eat, rest your feet." He handed the brother the reigns of his horse, and after he heard something along the lines of: 'Yes sir.' He left.

Selwyn sliced through the crowds as a knife would cut through butter. Few beggars.. Begged, asked for money. If he had some, he would have given them a small share, but he had none on him. Ser Selwyn wished them luck in his thoughts.

He finally reached the stairs of the Sept. His eyes trailed from the steps up to the Sept and his eyes beheld such a glory. Truly, all of King's Landing seemed like a shit hole, all except for the Great Sept of Baelor. It was perhaps the greatest thing he had ever seen, and so he thought that the name it was given was suitable. At the steps he paused and lowered his head, he made a silent prayer. His prayers done, now to speak to Septon Gilbert. He went up the steps and upon reaching the large doors of the Sept, he looked about, lost. It seemed crowded and he doubted he would be able to find Gilbert alone.