Cavalry Reserves

[Horas]

"'Twas a, uh..." Crawley snaps his fingers together, searching for a word. "What's the one where you says somethin's like somethin' else?" He shakes his head. "Don't matter. But I ain't see no reason not to drink in fact."

Crawley cups his hands around his mouth. "Oy Tom! Bring the flagon over!"

The man called Tom does so, lugging an enormous flagon sloshing with liquid over with him. "Usually the Flagon's just fer Knights," Crawley says, "But we'll make an exception seein' how you tossed in some coin." Tom lifts the huge thing up towards Donal in the saddle.

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Donal takes the flask offered him, "I am not a Knight by my own choice, but I thank you." Donal says as he tips the flask a small bit to taste some of the liquid that it holds, before handing it back to the man named Tom. "Good stuff." he says nodding to Crawley.

[Horas]

"Not knights, Knights," Crawley says, "of the Flagon. That's the Flagon in the name right there. Anyone who wants t' join's gotta drink the whole thing, then take a punch from each of his fellows. And if he can get back up after that, he's in. Provided he's a knight, of course."

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Donal smiles and laughs as he takes a look at the giant flagon, "Is there a time limit to finish the flagon? If there is then I would hazard a guess that not a lot of knights can join your company."

[Horas]

"Aye, 'swhy we're the best company you can get fer yer coin. Iron stomachs, never-say-die, we Knights." As Crawley said it, a stot ambles past and grazes at some grass, the Knight on its back evidently having dozed off. "Them Stampers," he waves his hand vaguely in the direction of the other mercenary company, the Light Stampede, "Well they're alright boys, but why would you hire a bunch a Lorathi ponces when you got brave Westerosi sons at hand?"

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Donal nods with a smile, "Well I am glad that we have you on our side." he says keeping to himself that the so called Lorathi ponces might be more welcome then the drunken Knights of the Flagon.

[Horas]

"Aye, and the rate can be negotiated, remember," Crawley taps the side of his skull. "Somethin' to keep in that noggin if yer ever talking to yer Lord father about whippin' them Dornish raiders back to the desert or somethin' like that." The Crawfish Knight grins, then gazes up at the sun. "Sweet Maiden's tit, is this battle gonna start or are we just gonna stand here and cook to death?"

[Lord Donal Stormshield]

Donal turns his head to look at the army forming up below them. "I am sure the fight will start soon enough, I am sure the gods themselves could not stop this battle from happening."