A Parlor Meeting

[Ser Donnel Royce]

"Or so she says." Dickon replies, offering a truly devilish wink.

[The Stranger]

Saxon shared a look with his son, who simply smirked.

"If you two need some privacy," Ben said, with a chuckle, "We can wait outside."

[Ser Donnel Royce]

Dickon raised his hands in a submissive gesture, "No need Mr. Black. We're taking it slow."

[Marie]

"Aye, so slow that you'll find yourself flat on your face if you touch me," Sasha growled, hand sliding down to her dagger. "I told you, I don't mix work with bed sport."

[The Stranger]

"I don't think she mixes anything with bed sport," Ben Flowers replied with a chuckle, "Now knock it off the lot of you. Sasha you'll be needing Dickon here, Unless you want to risk traversing the sands of Dorne without a Dornishman to guide. And Dickon do try not to be so... Well yourself."

[Sam]

Oct 15, 2013 9:11:14 GMT -5 The Stranger said:

"Markus, you old dog, how do you do?" Ben said gregariously, outstretching his hand to shake Markus' firmly.

Markus shook the other man's hand vigorously. "Well enough, can' say I never been worse," he said. "'ow's the ol' fros'bitten bits?" he asked with a laugh. He'd been working for Lord Cave for a number of years now, and never ceased to make the same exact joke, every time he saw the black brother.

[The Stranger]

"Well enough, thank the Seven I spend more time in King's Landing then the Wall now," Ben replied, "plenty to keep your bits warm down here."

[Marie]

"I can stomach him as long as he sticks it in someone else," Sasha declared. "I told him so many times. I'm not here to make friends, nor lovers neither."

They all knew she could speak more eloquently, when she chose, but she chose to speak in a more lowborn vernacular at this time.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Gregory made his way in, mumbling quietly to himself as he eyes all of those already present. He bears no visible weapons, though they may be concealed by the dirty rags he's wearing.

[Deleted]

The door opened and Ser Creighton walked into the room of the safe house where Lord Saxon and the rest of his agents were waiting. His right eye sported a large black eye and he had healed cut and bruises all over his face. He clicked his tongue as he noticed that there was quite large a gathering in the room, something which he hadn't expected when he had received the orders to come here from his employer.

"Are ye all waiting for lil' old me, that is warmin' to me heart." he said with a large grin, showing that he had probably lost a tooth in the last hour or so as his gum were still bleeding. "Me Lord Cave, I am here to do ye bidding and hope that it's something that will make me bash some heads, I've grown up quite an appetite after last night."

[The Stranger]

"There will be blood," Ben Flowers agreed, "Who are we missing?" He asked, scanning the room.

[Urron Greyjoy]

Old Gregg shrugged, glancing around. "Wasn't given a list of people coming."

[The Stranger]

"So then a good chance he was not speaking to you," Tomas replied, "and we are missing Podrick. We will wait a while and if he does not come we will intimidate without him."

[Deleted]

Ser Creighton shrugged and cracked the knuckles on his right hand.

"Why wait for the bastard, if he doesn't 'ave the decency to get 'ere on time, I say the rest of us split his cut."

[The Stranger]

The comment was ignored. "In any case, the situation is this. A group of brigands have established themselves in the mountains of Dorne, about 3 days ride from Blackhaven. Ben will distribute you maps with the particulars. Your responsibility is to travel there, recover stolen property, and then eliminate the brigand leader."