The next day, a delegation from the sandkin came to the estate. Through translation, their leader said, "We fear reprisals from the Zon. We will buy a small ship that will hold the 100 plus of us, and we will swear fealty, hoping to follow you to new lives in the East. The ship we can purchase has all the same abilities your ships possess, so we will not fall behind. We hope you will take us with you." Arya asked the man, "Can your people survive the bitter cold?" He responded, "Nothing is colder than the desert at night." Arya said, "Your people are some of the bravest fighters I have ever seen. I would be honored to have you fighting at my side. But you must know it is a difficult journey with no assured ending in sight. I have a possible outcome in mind, but it could turn out far differently than I imagine. If we all get a homeland, it will be in the far north and very cold. Can you risk there not being a happy outcome?" The leader nodded, saying, "I value your candor in this matter, but the only outcome for us here is death. We will risk all."
The next evening, a smaller warship slipped into the harbor, and a hundred sandkin unloaded and set up tents in an unused field. At a ceremony later, they all took a knee, men, women, and children, and fully swore fealty to Westeros. The joy on their faces was hard to miss. 40 assassins joined the training field from then on, and many fighters were delighted to have such solid attackers to spar with. The sandkin offered to help in any way needed, and Gendry approached their camp. Through an interpreter, he asked an elder about a stretchy substance that the older Mangana had told him they possessed. The old man took him to a tent where something was being processed. Inside, men were spreading a glue-like substance on the sheet to harden. One of the men showed him several different kinds of materials. One was a thin black sheet about 1/8 of an inch thick. It was stretchy but strong, and Gendry wanted it for finger pads and padding on his glove. At the swearing ceremony, Yéye also swore fealty, and his things were brought, and he took a room near the forge.
The eight of them worked day and night on this glove. They hammered the black metal into the required shapes and meticulously constructed it piece by piece. Yéye added an inky black ring to her index finger, and Gendry made the back of the glove hold three very thin, very powerful black crystals. The finger extensions were powered by tiny push pads inside the glove, which activated pistons to close the ring and middle finger to the proper pressure she wished to exert. Tiny braided wires attached to the stretch fabric would pull the tips of her severed fingers back up when the pressure was released.
They had tested the pieces against many blows from several weapons, and none left a mark on the gloves. The glove itself was a shield that could hold a wine glass and blast powerful disruption magic simultaneously. When it was all finished, the eight of them took it to Arya. She was outside eating with the three captains. She tried it on, and it fit like a glove. She picked up her fork to eat and had a little difficulty with the pressure. Gendry adjusted the pressure quickly, and she nodded that it was perfect. Arya flexed the hand, opening and closing it with ease. The Yéye handed her the ring to wear. When she did, the whole glove sparkled, and waves of power poured off of it. The attendants set up a target a hundred yards away, and Gendry smiled at her, saying, "Destroy the target with your disruption spell." She faced them and demurely touched her face, winking at Thomas, and then wheeled and fired a spell at the distant target. The target was not hit...it was obliterated, and a smoking hole in the ground was all that was left. She laughed, perhaps the first real laughter since being maimed. Everyone else was rather shocked at how much power the glove had; it was dangerous. She giggled, saying, "Now I need another black glove to match it. I love it, Gendry...and you that helped make it, thank you so much." Gendry turned to Thomas and said, "Be careful when she hugs you, you could die." Everyone laughed then.
On the training fields, Bronn was squared off with the master assassin, a man who could literally disappear in full daylight and appear elsewhere. Bronn was struggling to figure out how he was doing it, and to defend himself from the man's small riding crop. The assassin would vanish and pop out at Bronn's side, smack him lightly with the crop, and then vanish again. Bronn dropped to a knee in surrender, shaking his head and laughing. Through translation, he said, "This skill is beyond anything I have ever seen in a fight. Good sir, you must train me in this skill." The assassin nodded and said, "You are a powerful and skilled fighter. Give me five years, and I could train you." Bronn nodded and grasped the man's arm the way the sandkin do.