This Really Sketchy Place

[Flex]

Nymeria gave a laugh. "Oh, that's good. I do feel sorry for the two of you that you cannot even garner love from your father, or in Amelia's case, brother." She crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up. "He simply didn't care, did he Teirney?" She turned back to Amelia and winked. "Maybe I will have a little chat with your dear husband and see if he confirms your assertion."

[Flex]

"A knight who has got his eyes on you, that is?" Nymeria asked, unphased by her aunt's comment. "And Teirney, what about your... Oh, that's right, your man is a wanted man in exile." She pouted. "And yet the two of you sit her judging me for how I dress. Curious."

[Teirney Lannister]

Teiney leveled her eyes straight at Nym, pinning the girl's own as if by physical violence. Her gaze was a cold and unwavering fury.

"Are you just angry because you've never seen a cock before, Nym? Is that what this is all about?" She smirked, and continued. "When my man returns, I will be Queen. And what will you be, Dear?" Her eyes lingered derisively over her clothing as if it held the answer. "By the looks of it, you'll be quite popular in King's Landing in a few years."

[The Smith]

Tully had been drinking at the table just listening the them speak, and then he suddenly whistled loudly. Another man entered the tavern and walked to the whistle. He stood behind Tully and eyed the table slowly, "What have you gotten yourself into trouble Symon?" The man had a large axe peeping over his shoulder. He was long, lean and hard. He had brown skin and brown hair. He moved with a deadly grace that reminded Tierney of Damon.

[Teirney Lannister]

Teirney snorted again, tossing her bronze locks and taking a vengeful pull from her cup. Her discretion was the first thing that was tossed to the wayside any time wine entered the equation, and she would have belabored her point further had she not had better sense than provoking Millie to repeat something twice. As if any of the walking pisspots in this place could even figure out how royal ascension worked—she’d be more worried reciting her claim in front of her horses than here.

Teirney’s sulking, however, was interrupted by the man who soon joined them at their table. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the sight—there was something about the man that put her on edge. They would need to be careful around him. She attempted to gather her wits about her, but she gave up after thirty seconds of effort and settled on: “And who are you?”

[The Smith]

"I am Draken Harlaw. A ranger in the Night's Watch." He pulled up a seat beside Tully. He smiled at the woman and asked, "And who are you?"

[Flex]

"She is no one; just like myself and her," Nymeria said, pointing at Amelia. "As a matter of fact, I do not remember anyone inviting you to sit here, ranger or not."

[The Smith]

Tully turned to Harlaw, and chuckled, "You have disappointed these ladies with your presence. Perhaps you should take a walk."

Harlaw snorted out of his nose, and smacked Ser Symon on the back of his head. Tully rubbed the back of his head and chuckled.

[Teirney Lannister]

“You’re the one who drinks his cares away, I presume? Either you had this place mistaken for the one ten doors down, or you just have piss-poor taste. This wine is atrocious. What kind of regrets would two honorable and upstanding men of the Night’s Watch have, anyways, that can only be drowned in this pile of shit? My friends and I love a good story, if you’re in the sharing mood.”

She offered a farcical smile and eyes the door furtively. They were not seated far from it, really, but how far would they get if they made a dash for it? Sloth was somewhere out there, prowling the City streets as she liked to do, but there was no telling how far she had wandered when left to her own devices like this. It was hard to control the creature beyond basic requests. Perhaps she should have gone with dogs like Millie…dogs were cute.

[The Smith]

Symon laughed, "Harlaw is not much of a story teller. He is all muscle and no mind. He has a single purpose, and sticks to it in folds." He looked around and asked, "Have none of you heard of Draken Harlaw?" He glanced at his friend before continuing, "I had thought his reputation had spread even this far south. He was suppose to be Lord of Ten Towers, but forswore his title to join the Black Watch. There is no man on the wall who can fight as well as the Drake. Using his axe, known as Giant's Bane, he killed the Giant King Urlogg. And he also slew the wilding twins Trett and Frett in single combat. Two men who had never lost a match when fighting in tandem. Legends in their own right, but now just memories in the cold north winds."

[Flex]

"With names like Trett and Frett it is no wonder they were defeated by such an average man as Harlaw," Nymeria said, her lips set in a pout and her eyes challenging. "I hear Ironborn are only good at fighting poor people and fisher folk. How brave of them." She smiled innocently.

[The Smith]

Draken laughed and looked at Nymeria, "You are correct of course. There is no one I would not murder." He smiled at her like he was thinking of murder right at that moment.

[Flex]

"Is that a way a man on the Nightswatch should talk?" Nym asked him with a questioning look.

[The Smith]

Symon and Draken laugh together. Symon covers his hand with his mouth, as his face turns read, but he manages to eek out a reply, "That is far prettier language then you would have received on the wall."

[Flex]

"I am no delicate little flower that you have to speak nice to," Nymeria answered, her face neutral. "Or are you scared off offending a woman?"