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Post by The Stranger on Oct 11, 2013 19:06:48 GMT -5
He's not sure, but he thinks he sees a few of them at the bar.
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Post by Sam on Oct 11, 2013 19:18:11 GMT -5
He makes his way over toward the bar, trying to get a better look at the men.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 11, 2013 19:19:20 GMT -5
There are four large tough looking drunks, all drinking and carousing.
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Post by Sam on Oct 11, 2013 19:32:21 GMT -5
"Buy you lads a drink?" he asked, coming over to where they stood, moving into an open space at the bar. "Five ales," he said to the bartender.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 11, 2013 19:39:49 GMT -5
"Yeah alright," one of the man says, with a grunt, "What brings a lord like yourself here?'
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Post by Sam on Oct 11, 2013 20:10:24 GMT -5
"I've got some work, for men with the right skills. This looks about the place to find 'em," he replied. He took his coinpurse off his belt, and began to count out coins to pay the bartender, watching the mens' faces for recognition as he did so, waiting for the bartender to object to coins that were no good.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 11, 2013 20:13:32 GMT -5
The men give him a curious look.
"Bugger off," the bartender growled.
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Post by Sam on Oct 11, 2013 20:23:08 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon rolled his eyes, and pulled a single stag (more than enough to cover his ales) and dropped it on the bar before turning back to the men. "Seems like someone I bumped out on the Street o' Silk switched out my coinpurse for theirs. You fellows wouldn't happen to know of a thief on the streets who likes to replace his marks' silver with tin?"
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 11, 2013 20:34:14 GMT -5
"Ol' Tin-ear?" one of the men suggested, before someone hushed him.
"Ain't nobody we ever heard of," another replies, scowling at the one who spoke up prematurely.
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Post by Sam on Oct 13, 2013 9:29:36 GMT -5
"Well if you can tell me where I might find nobody you've ever heard of, I would appreciate it," Baratheon said to the scowler. He was wagering that the one who was trying to strong-arm him would know the most, if his price could be found. He reached out and grabbed the sclowler's hand momentarily, pressing a single gold dragon into the other man's hand before withdrawing his own. "No harm will come to... anyone, on my sworn word."
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 15, 2013 9:02:15 GMT -5
"For a dragon I'd kill him and everyone of his children," the man replied pocketing the coin, "he lives in a shack down by Flea's Bottom."
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Post by Sam on Oct 16, 2013 8:30:37 GMT -5
"I thought as much," Baratheon replied with a wry smile. "You'll get another if you take me and my boys down there and point him out.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 16, 2013 9:09:34 GMT -5
"Yeah, fine, no problem," The man replied.
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Post by Sam on Oct 17, 2013 8:13:27 GMT -5
Lord Sammael turned and moved out of the tavern, heading toward Flea Bottom and indicating that scowler should lead the way to Tin-ear's shack. His four guarsdmen followed, alert for a trap, and Sammael's own hand rested on his sword-hilt the entire walk.
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