Peeve's Anchor

[Horas]

A mysterious inn in Gulltown.

[Horas]

The meeting place for the agents is not Peeve's Anchor, but rather a dingy watering hole two blocks away. Ser Crawley the Crawfish Knight, recently returned from the Stepstones, wastes the day away in this unnamed little place. His company had recently signed a contract to guard a major shipping concern in the area, which was worried that the Free Cities would continue their harassment of Westerosi shipping under pirate flags. Crawley himself received a different assignment, however, and so he sits in the back booth and waits for a man of the description he has been told to meet with.

[The Stranger]

Ser Tomas Hill entered the tavern. He wore a breastplate of battered black leather beneath a grey-blue cloak.

Tomas saw his contact, and gave him a brief nod a recognition and settled into the booth without a word spoken.

[Horas]

"Yer the guy?" Crawley squints at Tomas. "Yeah, yer the guy. How do you want to do this, guy?"

[The Stranger]

"I am the guy," Ser Tomas replied, "I figure start with a walk through. Go in, case the joint, get a sense of it. We can decide what the best move forward is after that."

[Horas]

"Sounds right to me," Crawley answers, tossing a few coppers on the table to pay for what he owed. "Let's get going then, see if anything looks wrong." He stands up and leads the way to Peeve's Anchor, observing the outside for entrances, exits, and guards.

[The Smith]

There are no guards. It seems to be a regular busy Inn. Three entrances on the ground floor. Five full tables, and three wenches. One older man behind the bar. There is a set of black antlers above the bar.

[The Stranger]

"Nice place they got here," Ser Tomas said, clocking the entrances and exits, and finding a seat where they could get to any of them swiftly enough. "Should order a couple of drinks."

[Horas]

Crawley raises two fingers on his right hand and waits for one of the wenches to come over to their table.

[The Smith]

A wench walks over and smiles at the two of them. She might not have fallen down the ugly tree when she was born, but its a close call either way. "What do you want?"

[Horas]

"Couple'a ales, love," Crawley says, "And. You got any grub here?"

[The Smith]

"We do. Hot rabbit stew, and bread." She replied, and Crawley was honestly not sure if it was a him or a her.

[Horas]

"I'll have some of that rabbit then. Make sure its hot," Crawley says.

[The Smith]

"Of course." She waddles off to get their drinks and stew. She returns and plops it down. One of her long mustache hairs is floating in the stew.

[The Stranger]

"Remember what I said about this place," He said to Crawley, "I take it back."

He scanned to see if there was a back room or a way up stairs.