This Really Sketchy Place

[The Smith]

Draken raised an eyebrow, and chuckled, "You look a flower."

[Flex]

"Looks can be deceiving," Nymeria answered with a hint of insultedness to her voice. "Think of your famous Wildlings; no doubt they looked like common folk with ill matching armour."

[The Smith]

Again Symon and Draken laughed at her, and Tully replied again through his laughter, "No... no they do not."

[Flex]

"Men," Nymeria said, rolling her eyes. "If you are done insulting us, go find something more useful to do." She smirked again and turned away from the men.

[The Smith]

Neither of the men rose from their spots.

[Teirney Lannister]

Teirney refrained from shooting her sister the withering glance that was poised to resolve on her features at Nym’s ineptitude in handling this situation; but, instead, she focused her attentions on both Ser Symon and Draken Harlaw.

“If your companion speaks true, I have, indeed, heard of your repute.” Her eyes evaluated him anew with keen interest, and her body arranged itself to tip imperceptibly forward towards the men. “They say you are indeed unmatched in combat—but I would have to disagree. I would say you simply have not been presented with a proper challenge to date.”

[Flex]

"Slut," Nymeria said with a small laugh, just as she took a sip from her watered wine.

[Teirney Lannister]

Teirney let Nym's comment roll off of her like raindrops from a swan's wings. A smile tugged at a corner of her lips, but she seemed hardly to notice its slow encroachment.

"Envy is an ugly color on you, much like that lip paint. Next time, try for a more subtle effect, darling. You would not want to appear foolish." She did not deign to look at her sister as she made the remark; her eyes remained trained on Draken Harlaw expectantly. It was a pity Nym insisted on behaving like such a baseborn, tasteless girl. Otherwise, she could be taken as pretty, for certain. At the current state of things, however, she was fortunate no one had taken it upon themselves to raze the skin from her back and shake some sense and deference into her until her teeth rattled.

[The Smith]

Draken looked at Tierney, "I have not faced a challenge I could not overcome." His face was completely impassive as he studied her.

Tully looked at Draken and spoke in a language none of them understood. Draken did not react to his words.

[The Smith]

"Every man I have ever fought is dead now. How is that hard to believe?" Draken replied. His face turned just enough to catch all of them in the same unaffected gaze. He replied to Tully in that language the girls did not understand.

[The Smith]

Symon replied, "It is the Giant's tongue. We have had to pick up scrips and scraps along the way." He smiled at her, and scratched at his red beard.

[The Smith]

Symon tilted his head, "That might be embarrassing are you sure?" He smiled at her.

[Teirney Lannister]

"You needn't mince your words for our sakes," Teirney reassured them sweetly. "Go on, then."

[The Smith]

"Well I said that your friend here," He motioned at Amelia, "Had impressive and voluptuous... eyes." He smiled cockily, "And Draken replied he preferred a woman with some fight in her."

[The Smith]

Tully chuckled, "I have killed two white tigers. Pets of the Giants. Far scarier then a mere lioness." He studied her before adding, "South of the wall there is less focus on all of the rules. Men are men after all."